Zhao Xue'er lightly ran into the inner room, and after a while, she appeared in the living room holding a small leather bag.
"Xue'er, not having dinner?"
Zhang Lan asked concernedly as she stood up.
"I'll grab something to eat on the way!"
Zhao Xue'er shrugged slightly with a hint of helplessness and quickly moved to the door.
But Ning Fan felt that something was off.
Zhao Xue'er had changed into a flamboyant red dress and trendy high-heeled sandals, and it was obvious she had applied eyeliner and blush.
In short, this was completely at odds with Xue'er's usual elegant daytime image.
"Xue'er, what kind of part-time job are you doing?"
"Um... at a bar."
As Zhao Xue'er opened the outer door, she replied to Ning Fan.
"A bar? You're not a dancer, are you?"
Ning Fan asked in a half-joking tone.
"Of course not, I don't have that skill, just an ordinary waitress."
Zhao Xue'er replied as flatly as possible.
