No matter whether it was at Beauty Village or the Tea House, those upscale entertainment venues frequented by the wealthy, there were always a lot of women selling themselves for glory or rich young masters asking for company to play with—such things were common.
It was simply a case of the willing victim and the willing perpetrator.
The sour plum in her mouth turned bitter as she chewed on it, so Yao Qing simply swallowed it.
She lowered her eyes and fiddled with her cellphone, the sounds around her ongoing, but she appeared as calm as if she hadn't heard a thing.
Her gaze lifted from her phone, and she glanced with her peripheral vision towards the source of the noise.
In a dark corner, Miss Tang Yi, dressed in a beautiful princess gown, was being pinned against the wall by two fat men gripping her arms, pawing at her.
Miss Tang Yi fought back fiercely, and one of the indistinct faces slapped her, dazing her.
