Lan Gui Fang.
Four years ago, when she sat here, she felt it was a humiliation.
No girl from a decent family would ever come here!
And now, all she felt was a kind of desolation.
The indifference that comes after seeing through human nature.
The men in this pleasure house have no sincerity.
In the hall, there were quite a few girls sitting, each dressed like a fairy, showing off long legs, slender waists... some plump, some slim, each more beautiful than the last.
These days, the girls are more realistic; with money, they slim down, enhance their busts, even have minor surgeries.
So, the number of pretty girls keeps increasing.
However... the moment she returned, all of those girls faded into insignificance.
When Gong Ye came in.
Hua Shiyu was performing a pole dance.
On stage, a group of men stared, thirsty as hens.
He leaned against the door frame and asked the waiter for a drink. Silently, he sat among the crowd, watching.
