1740, Super Short Bodycon Dress
"I never said you couldn't go, but you need to report back to Young Master Yu first. Otherwise, I'm not taking the blame for this."
Report back to Yu Lingqian?
Mu Anran hadn't thought of that.
However, since Song Yan mentioned that the bar wasn't very peaceful, it was better for her to inform Yu Lingqian first, to avoid any misunderstandings later.
"Okay, I'll handle this. We'll head out at nine tonight."
***
Nine o'clock at night, outside Muse Bar.
Mu Anran awkwardly tugged at her skirt's hem on her thighs, "Director Song, do I really have to dress like this?"
She wore an all-black low-cut dress, and the hem was pitifully short.
If not for Mu Anran's strong insistence, Song Yan wouldn't have allowed her to bring even a thin coat.
"Of course, you have to look like you're going to a bar! If you dress like an office worker, who would want to open up to you and share their feelings?"
