Mu Xiaoqi frowned and poked Xia Ruxue's arm secretly: "If it's snow, I want to go to the bathroom..."

Looking at the guests, she could not help but remember the night when she met the night scenery, which was also so well-dressed.

But she doesn't know how frightening indifference is inside the skin bag.

Standing at a banquet in this upper class society, she is somewhat unsuitable.

Moreover, she and Xia Ruxue are also too plain to wear, and they seem to be out of step with others.

"Go, I'll accompany you." Xia Ruxue is considerate.

There wasn't anybody in the bathroom yet. They chose two cubicles outside and went...