What Qin Xiaoshuang didn't know was, while he was going downstairs to wait for Qin Xin, Qin Xin had already taken the elevator up.
She was still in a low-profile hoodie, just a thin windbreaker over it despite the cold weather, wearing her usual baseball cap, hurrying up the stairs through hotel guests and luggage carts, brushing past Xiaoshuang.
When she reached the music bar, seeing the forced smile on the big cutout sign at the door, Qin Xin frowned.
Then she saw Mrs. Qin warmly greeting the arriving guests from behind the sign.
Had she gone to the wrong place?
Not seeing Xiaoshuang anywhere, Qin Xin called, but Xiaoshuang's phone was off.
Just about to turn and leave, she heard Qin Wenrou say, "Sis, come on in, I've reserved a seat for you."
Mrs. Qin seemed surprised: "You invited your sister to the concert?"
She really hadn't thought of inviting Qin Xin.
After all, she was too caught up with preparations and guest invitations these past few days to consider Qin Xin.
