Second floor, VIP room.
The server led them to the door of the room and then left. Yu Chiyin pushed open the door, and a pungent smell of smoke wafted out.
After quitting smoking, Yu Chiyin developed a bit of disdain for the smell of tobacco.
Especially when it was mixed with the scent of alcohol.
He stood at the door, his eyebrows knitted in disgust, when noise came from within the room.
"Mr. Fan, I'll toast to you again. Here's to you..."
"Mr. Fan, you've taken Shasha's drink, you have to take mine too, or I'll be heartbroken."
It wasn't just Fan Ju in the room. He was surrounded by three or four women, each one dressed gaudily, swaying their hips and rubbing against him incessantly.
Fan Ju, not rejecting any advances, drank so forcefully that some liquor spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his black shirt and revealing well-defined muscular lines.
"Oh my, Mr. Fan, your shirt is wet, let me wipe it for you."
