As night fell, darkness descended.
There are no stars in the night sky tonight, and among the drifting clouds, some seem to be deliberately moving closer to the dark clouds.
Rong Shang didn't tell Mo Zhan that she was going to the masquerade ball, only that she had other plans for the evening and told him to eat alone.
When she made the call, Mo Zhan was still in a meeting, and his assistant answered the phone.
Although I don't understand why Miss Mo has to call her boss to report even such a private matter as her schedule.
The assistant dared not ask any more questions and could only agree.
At 7:30, Rong Shang bypassed the bodyguards who were with her and went to the Elite Club alone.
Afterwards, she took the invitation letter given to her by Ye Weiya and received a glittering golden mask at the door, which she then put on.
It's supposed to be the most mysterious masquerade ball, but the masks only cover half the face. If you know someone well, you can still tell them apart at a glance.
As Rong Chang entered the club, colorful dark light shone down from above, and a lively scene unfolded before her eyes.
The music was blaring in the air. Some men and women were dancing energetically on the dance floor, while others sat at the bar drinking cold beverages, waiting for an invitation from someone else.
Beneath the mask, Rong Shang gently curled the corners of her lips, a hint of disdain in her expression.
She walked straight past the crowd, refused the man who came to invite her to dance, and went upstairs directly up the stairs.
The clubhouse has more than ten floors.
I heard that Xiao Ce set up the masquerade ball on the first to third floors.
The guests attending the ball were also divided into three classes.
There are different levels of social class.
The highest one is on the third floor.
Rong Shang had already seen the invitation when Ye Weiya handed it to her; she was going to the club on the third floor.
Unlike the two floors below, the third floor doesn't have that noisy music or wild dance moves.
Everyone sat or stood properly, either drinking cold beverages or red wine, or chatting with someone of the opposite sex they liked.
Occasionally, two or three people would walk through the crowd and invite the women they liked to dance on the dance floor.
When Rong Shang went up, judging from her temperament, aura, and figure, she was undoubtedly the center of attention.
It was because of the attention of many men that Ye Weiya spotted her immediately.
Suddenly, she waved to her from the crowd.
When Rong Shang looked over, she also glanced at the man beside her.
That man was different from the others; while the others wore half a mask, his mask completely covered his entire face.
Nevertheless, Rong Shang recognized the other person at a glance.
Wanting to know what tricks they were up to, Rong Shang stepped forward without hesitation.
Rong Shang stopped right in front of Ye Weiya.
But then she heard the other person ask in a gentle tone, "Qiqi, did you come alone?"
"Did you come with A-Zhan?"
Looking through the mask at the woman in front of her, who was wearing only a simple black dress but appeared excessively mysterious and stunning after putting on the gold mask, Ye Weiya felt a sense of threat.
But she always had a smile on her face.
She was putting on an act, but Rong Chang wasn't.
"You invited Mo Zhan?"
Beneath the mask, Rong Shang raised a delicate eyebrow and spoke with a hint of arrogance.
Ye Weiya's expression froze for a moment. She glanced at the man beside her before saying, "A Zhan is our best friend. He comes to the masquerade ball every year."
It means: We have a good relationship, so there's no need for an invitation.
Rong Shang responded with an "Oh".
There wasn't much of a reaction.
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