Zhenyi came out of the smelly room and sat on the stool examining the people dancing and drowning their sorrows and frustrations in alcohol, particularly unaware of the mayhem occurring on the other side of the very same club.
"Bartender! A glass of whisky," she said to the man standing beside her while the man she called the bartender, was in utter disbelief.
He was a young master of a noble family! The darn woman called him bartender!
The real bartender had an urge to cry. But he could do nothing but pray for his life. One looked like a rich Young master and the other appeared as the Young miss of a prominent family.
"Ma'am-"
"Shhh! You talk too much. Just concentrate on pouring me a drink," she said without bothering to check the source of the voice.
However, the drink was served but not by the real bartender. Another person had an amusing smirk on his face when zhenyi was taking a sip of her drink.
"Ewwwww"
"What the heck it is?" she shouted annoyingly.
