C11 (1/2)

With that, Qian Qian turned and left: ”Let's go sisters, don't talk to this despicable bastard, we don't want him to blame his poverty on us.”

She led the girls into the room, and I stopped where I was, thinking again of Red Bean's features, her face, her every movement. She was not like these young ladies; she would not have had to deal with those guests.

Actually, I also know that these young misses are right. My one month salary is indeed not enough for her to earn from sitting in the same station.

But I still believe that Red Bean is Lin Xiao Rou, one day I will take her away, away from this place filled with miasma.

I will never allow anyone to defile her.

At midnight, a guest finally arrived at the box I was in charge of.

These five to six guests looked to be in their twenties, not like some rich second generation, but more like those roadside hooligans.

They were dressed in all sorts of colors, some of them had dyed their hair, and there were even messy tattoos on their bodies.

Guests who frequent the area usually order drinks before entering the room. These people directly entered the room without ordering anything, so I could only bring the wine list with me.

Good evening, sir. You have chosen a small private room with a minimum consumption of 998. Here's the wine list. I set the wine list on the marble table and waited for them to order.

As soon as I said this, four or five of them surrounded me.

Someone pushed my head. I was caught off guard and almost hit the marble table. The fire in my heart flared up and I turned to look at him.