When Tang Shichu arrived at the bar, it was 10:30 PM. After searching for a while, he finally spotted the woman in a corner booth.
He took off his coat, draped it over his arm, and walked towards her through the crowd.
Sitting across from the woman, amidst the dazzle of lights and the din of voices, he couldn't clearly see her expression, but he noticed her heavy makeup.
Tang Shichu harbored an inexplicable aversion to made-up women, so as he faced her, he didn't offer a friendly face.
"You're here?"
Zhong Qing lifted her head, offering a drunken smile, holding up a glass to him, "Have a drink with me, let's finish these two bottles and then we'll leave."
Tang Shichu, with a cold face, snatched the glass from her hand, placed it aside, and asked in a chilly voice, "Didn't you say some people were bullying you? Zhong Qing, you're not a child, why do you keep lying to me?"
