The bustling neon-lit night, like a nimble spirit, spreads seeds of indulgence and luxury to every corner of the sleepless city of A.
Ye Weiyang Night Club, in the opulent presidential suite.
The dazzling, mesmerizing lights cast onto several glamorous night ladies; their bodies move to the dynamic dance beats, their sensual figures swaying provocatively, with every movement exuding tantalizing temptation, eliciting cheers from the men on the luxurious leather sofas.
The nightclub madam crossed her arms and looked at Xia Qingqian, "If it weren't for Mei Gui, I wouldn't have kept you here as a waitress. With your plain looks, you wouldn't even get through Ye Weiyang's doors. Go change your clothes and get to work."
Xia Qingqian wore a simple white T-shirt, faded jeans, and canvas shoes, with her jet-black hair tied into a high ponytail.
