Qin Yin took a sip of wine, glanced at her without saying anything. The private room was filled with the smell of alcohol and the off-key singing from Jian Yanyan and her group. Jiang Mei felt like she couldn't bear it much longer, she preferred silence.
When she closed the private room door, all the sounds were contained within. Though every private room was filled with people singing, the corridor was quiet as a tomb. It must be said, the soundproofing here was really good.
The corridor walls were all mirrors. Looking at her reflection, she felt it was a poor fit within these luxurious surroundings. She thought, only women like Qin Yin really belonged in places like this.
She bit her lower lip, looking down at her somewhat wrinkled clothing, all of it cheap stuff bought on Amazon, none of it costing more than a hundred.
