The bustling high-end club remained loud and vibrant, its noise still ringing in the ears.
Zimo stared at the words "call ended" on her phone screen, still unclear about what Baili Xia had just said.
It was probably just a reminder for her to be careful of the bad people around here.
Watching the phone screen go dark, a hint of a smile flickered in the depths of Zimo's eyes.
In this cold world, having friends like Xiaxia and Xiaoxiao was all she could ever ask for in life.
She put away her phone and returned to the VIP seats, continuing to stand by Mu Lingchuan's side.
"Sit down and take a break," Mu Lingchuan turned around and glanced at her.
"No need, Mr. Mu, I'm fine standing," Zimo shook her head, still standing by his side, the perfect embodiment of a professional bodyguard.
Actually, being a bodyguard was quite good, albeit a bit too rigid.
Miss Ye, who had been discussing a cooperation with Mr. Mu, had not returned yet.
