Shen Qingyue was outside, listening, and she found the voice of the man inside talking somewhat familiar. Just then, the door to the private room swung wide open, and she glanced inside, confirming that it was indeed Lu Xiong.
Lu Xiong was roughly the same age as her, with ash-gray hair. He was accompanied by a few rich second-generation guys, and although she recognized their faces, she couldn't remember their names; they were all cut from the same cloth.
Several men were surrounding a girl who was lying on the sofa, and their words were filled with insults.
Lu Xiong was a reckless troublemaker who had bullied both men and women many times before. His insults were particularly harsh this time. "You little sl*t, what are you pretending to be innocent for? Wearing so little, aren't you deliberately trying to seduce us? Serve us well tonight, and you won't have to carry plates for the rest of your life! Let me tell you, playing hard to get won't get you far..."
