I understood all too well what Jing An's smile represented today; the young waitress was doomed to not escape. But outwardly, I couldn't do anything; I could only pray inwardly that she would make it through the night safely.
True to my expectations, before the meal was even over, Jing An stepped out to make a call. When he came back, his face was beaming with a spring breeze, "Since you, my junior, are treating me to a meal, naturally, I should also play host. After we finish eating, let's head over to the Honey Peach Nightclub."
I nodded with a seemingly calm demeanor, but inside I was filled with revulsion. Such a place, I thought, would feel foul and miasmic to anyone who visited.
