In the lounge, Bai Chuan sat on the sofa in the corner. He spoke to no one, interacted with no one, as if isolating himself from others. With a cigarette between his fingers, surrounded by smoke, he appeared quite lonely and desolate.
In contrast to him, the other side of the lounge was bustling and lively. A few hosts without clients were chatting or playing mobile games, or comparing notes on how many generous clients they had entertained. Compared to Bai Chuan, they seemed more carefree, more at ease, and more relaxed.
Their conversation gradually shifted from the clients to Bai Chuan, and they couldn't help but glance at him.
"He really thinks he's a young master, strutting around all day." The boy who spoke was young, following the fresh meat trend, with flamboyant yellow hair.
"Haha, he is a young master, but not the kind you're thinking of..." another person chimed in.
