A man in black haute couture walked out from the men's room. He shot a glance at the closed door of the ladies' room and walked away. After that, some more steps were heard.
Xia Ning heard the sound outside and knew everyone was gone. She walked to the sink and looked at her calm face in the mirror.
In a private room, four men and four girls were smoking, with a bunch of glass bottles on the table.
"This sucks." A man in the middle blew some smoke and loosened his tie. His face was showing impatience.
The girl sitting next to him handed over a glass of wine right away. She smiled. "What's wrong, Young Master Song? How about me drinking with you?"
"With your mouth?" Song Chenfeng held the girl in his arms. Not caring about the people around them looking, he kissed her on the face forcefully. "You smell so good that I want to do you right here." As he talked, he was getting handsy.
