Chyou hurried inside the club that blasted with loud music and dance moves. She disguised herself so as not to be recognized and it seemed to work. Nobody looked at her with recognition.
But even if somebody recognized her, that was far from the problem. Right now, she was only concerned about Yating's wellbeing, who she imagined to be lying around somewhere dead drunk
Her eyes scanned around the club. The more she didn't see him, the more worry set in.
Shit. Don't tell me he left in that drunken state! Is he driving himself?
Chyou shuddered with that thought and brushed it off. Eventually, she thought what she saw was a familiar figure at the far end of the bar. Her eyes widened as she finally found Yating. She couldn't see him clearly because of all the people dancing on the dance floor and blocking her view.
It is definitely him!
She quickly sped to his side as she had partially seen him hunched on his back with his head lowered.
