Mu Shaoci let go of his hand, his body heavy with the smell of alcohol and smoke, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else. Your figure from behind resembles someone I know."
Shen Lu did not say anything, but turned around and left.
She quickly walked back to the private room, sat on the sofa, picked up the fruit juice and took a few sips to calm her flustered heart.
She didn't expect to encounter him here.
Fortunately, nothing was revealed, otherwise she didn't know how she would have handled it.
She put down the cup, covered her face with both hands, at that moment, she really wanted to cry.
The laughter in the private room made her seem particularly lonely; she felt like an outsider watching a crowd's revelry, none of it related to her.
She called designated drivers for her colleagues, and after sending them off one by one, she walked along the street with her bag.
It was already midnight, but the night in Jiangcheng was still bustling with people.
