"Thank you!" Sheng Ning's left eye blinked lightly, her gaze full of allure, made irresistibly cute by her actions. She had been quite familiar with this person in her past life too, who had adopted a Hong Kong-Taiwan style nickname, "Aqiang," imitating the celebrities from those areas. He was another partner of the dance hall's owner, a bit of a rogue but still a good person.
Aqiang felt as though he had been electrocuted, staring dumbfounded at Sheng Ning. He still hadn't recovered even when all the people had drifted away, standing there like a wooden post.
Hidden in the darkness was a tall man wearing sunglasses. Not the trendy toad-style glasses but rather similar to the ones Xu Qigang had worn before.
They were of fine quality, clearly different from the common types found in domestic streets, and would be considered stylish classics even later on.
