Although the private room was filled with scantily clad, giggling women, the atmosphere remained tepid due to Tang Zheng's indifference. Sha Ou had things on his mind and dared not act too unrestrained.
Suddenly, a girl's scream and a man's curses came from outside, along with the sound of a smashing bottle, creating chaos.
Despite the loud music in the private room, Tang Zheng's hearing was too good.
"Buzzkill, I'll go check it out!" Sha Ou patted the woman sitting on his lap and stood up abruptly. His nearly two-meter-tall imposing frame imposed a dramatic visual pressure.
"It's that girl who sells drinks!" Although he hadn't spoken much, Tang Zheng had a good memory and quickly figured out who it was.
As soon as Tang Zheng stepped out of the private room, he saw a handprint on the girl's cheek. A drunk, reeking of alcohol, was grabbing her hand, tugging and pulling with such force that her neckline tore, revealing part of her pale chest.
