"Mr. Zhao, your girlfriend's dress is dirty too. I have a dressing room here. Why don't I ask the servant to take her to the dressing room and put on our spare dress?"

"OK, then Mr. Madeira."

medra beckoned the waiter not far away to take Shen Mengxin to change clothes. He handed Zhao Jianpeng a glass of red wine and continued to talk with him about the previous topics.

Zhao Jianpeng looks at Zhao Jianpeng, who followed the waiter upstairs, with a look of pity.

Shen Mengxin came to the dressing room with the waiter, breathed out a mouthful of dullness, sat on the sofa in the dressing room,...