The Ye Shaohua at this moment, with her cold and aloof demeanor, seemed like a different person from the usual.
Sister Jiang was extremely worried.
Ye Shaohua, being a public figure, wouldn't suffer much damage if this incident were to be put online, but it could tarnish the image she had cultivated on the internet.
Yet, gazing at Ye Shaohua's chilly eyes, Sister Jiang found herself unable to move forward.
When she realized that the bar seemed to have quieted down a great deal, she subconsciously glanced towards the entrance.
The bar was chaotic, with the smell of alcohol and smoke intermingling, spotlight lights constantly shifting, and most of the crowd on the dance floor were absentmindedly gazing in Ye Shaohua's direction.
At the moment someone appeared at the door, the air pressure seemed to drop for an instant.
The man was dressed in a light-colored coat, his figure straight. The coat was unbuttoned, and his shirt was meticulously buttoned to the very top.