The lights in the bar are so vivid they're almost dizzying.
Summer Sutton actually doesn't really like this kind of environment. To her, it's too noisy and chaotic.
Not wanting to linger here any longer, she quickened her pace.
She thought Iris Watson called her because something happened here and there weren't any other friends around.
To her surprise, when she arrived, she found several people sitting in the private room, all of whom Summer Sutton knew—classmates from university.
Zoe Baxter was there too, along with some classmates who had already entered the entertainment industry.
Iris was clearly drunk, slumped on the table. She lifted her hazy head and glanced at Summer Sutton, greeting her tipsily, "Hey, Summer, you finally came!"
Her eyes were already blurry, but she could still recognize Summer Sutton.
Summer glanced around the room, then looked at Iris who had merely been drinking, realizing there was nothing more to her call, and was at a loss for words.
