The man's smile couldn't hang on his face anymore, his eyes twitching in the corners.
It was so hard to find a decent-looking beauty, only to be a lesbian?
Ye Tiao put her foot down, right in front of the man, snuffed out her cigarette in the ashtray before him, turned around, and said, "Let's go."
Shi Mei, who hadn't said a word from the beginning, stood up and followed Ye Tiao, quickly heading to her office.
The bar was large.
Apart from the lobby, there were more than a dozen luxuriously decorated private rooms.
In the past, these seats wouldn't have been enough.
But times had changed.
These delicate decorations now looked very empty, revealing a touch of pathos.
When Shi Mei walked into the office, the first thing she noticed was the golden trophy placed in the cabinet behind the desk.
Three years had passed, and the trophy was still as shiny as new.
