"Miss..." the waiter extended his hand, hesitated, then stopped short.
But Mi Shen had already finished her juice, bottom of the glass visible. She handed the empty cup back to the waiter, thought for a moment, and then replaced it with a fifty, placing it on the tray before turning to leave.
She had watched as Mo Qingfeng and his group left, knowing they had headed upstairs to the private rooms.
Following her memory, she pursued them.
This club was quite unique, with a noisy and chaotic bar downstairs and quieter private rooms set up upstairs. They were reserved for the rich clientele's entertainment.
The soundproofing was excellent; at least, once she arrived upstairs, the noise from the bar below was inaudible.
The corridor was bathed in a soft yellow light, eerily silent, without a whisper to be heard.
Mi Shen's steps on the soft carpet made not a sound.
She walked dozens of steps forward and still didn't see Han Xu or Mo Qingfeng.
