On the terrace.
The exquisite tables and chairs are arranged in an intricate layout, with some vine plants winding around the railings, surrounded by various green plants.
"Tick-tock—tick-tock—"
Raindrops fall on the glass roof above the terrace, making a slight sound.
Facing a bustling commercial street, you can also hear the shouts of pedestrians and the honking of car horns.
Under the warm lights, it is filled with a unique atmosphere.
"Click—" The crisp sound of taking a photo rings out.
"Let's see how it turned out?" Qi Wen handed the phone to Tian Jing, enviously saying, "Jing, your skin is really nice, and your face is small, you don't even need beauty filters, it's perfect as is."
Her appearance and body are just average, but with careful grooming and dressing, she can barely be considered a beauty.
Yet compared to Tian Jing, the goddess colleague, there's still a noticeable gap.
"Thank you, Sister Wen." Jing smiled smugly, glanced at the phone, her eyes twinkling.
