Unlike the gaudiness and vulgarity of other women, she possessed an intellectual beauty and a faint, understated pride.
Su Qiao had already begun sitting before the dressing table, letting the makeup artist remove her makeup.
But her mind was filled with the sight of the group walking down from the third-floor staircase just as the final song was about to end.
"What were the identities of those people who came down from upstairs just now?"
Whether it was their sharp gazes, their clothing, or their presence, these people clearly came from extraordinary backgrounds.
One was the behind-the-scenes owner of this ballroom, the famed Third Master Zhu of Haicheng; one was the Chamber of Commerce President, Ninth Master Tian; one was Manager Qian of Liming Bank; one was the deputy chief of the Police Department; and there was also a foreigner, who was probably a wealthy businessman.
They all had quite distinguished statuses!
Su Qiao slightly closed her eyes and sighed inwardly.
"Looks like this dance hall is quite famous in Haicheng."
Xianle Mansion wasn't merely famous in Haicheng—it was extremely famous. It was one of the largest dance clubs in all of Haicheng and one of the most upscale establishments. It was nothing like those small dance halls. Hadn't she noticed that even the band they had hired was a professional foreign band?
"Yes, this band is indeed quite good."
Su Qiao had assumed that even if they could understand what she meant after a few words, they might not necessarily be able to keep up with her rhythm. Unexpectedly, aside from a little awkwardness at the beginning, they had all followed along afterward.
"You little girl, I didn't expect you to be so amazing. You really made Sister Jin proud today."
Just after Su Qiao finished removing the makeup