“Oh, I don’t wanna know,” she said in a stand-offish manner, looking over to Ye Zhiyuan. “Aren’t we going in? Let’s go.”
The man’s expression turned ugly.
Mu Xiaoxiao tugged at Ye Zhiyuan and the two walked forward.
A pair of angry eyes stared at them from behind.
Mu Xiaoxiao almost couldn’t stop herself from breaking out in laughter as she furtively asked Ye Zhiyuan, “Who’s that guy? Why is he so annoying when he talks?”
She could tell from a glance that the man had something against him.
Ye Zhiyuan replied to her, “He is a colleague and he doesn’t like me very much.”
“Let me guess. It’s because you’re the headliner in the parlor and his performance has been poor, so he’s jealous of you?” Mu Xiaoxiao made a guess.
Ye Zhiyuan muttered, “Well… not exactly.”
“Then why?” Mu Xiaoxiao was curious, thinking that there might be other reasons.
But apparently, Ye Zhiyuan seemed like he didn’t want to talk about it. As he led her to the door, he opened the door as he explained, “There’s cleaning going on in the parlor so there aren’t many people here except for the cleaners. The others are sleeping.”
“What about that guy?” Mu Xiaoxiao asked.
“He probably slept somewhere else last night.” Ye Zhiyuan came up with a reasonable pretext.
Ye Zhiyuan brought Mu Xiaoxiao into the parlor.
She looked around. The place was luxuriously decorated and there was a very stylish bar counter that had a dazzling lineup of alcoholic beverages.
Ye Zhiyuan asked, “Would you like to sit outside or inside?”
Mu Xiaoxiao thought for a moment. “Let’s sit outside.”
Since he said that most people were sleeping, no one would see them even if they sat outside.
Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly thought of something that seemed strange. “The others are sleeping now, but why are you up so early?”
And he had been eating hotpot in the morning too…
Ye Zhiyuan paused and said, “I woke up early and I didn’t have anything to do.”
Wasn’t he a headliner? How could he have nothing to do? Mu Xiaoxiao was puzzled.
Could a prostitute’s job be different from what she imagined?
Just then, a man in a black uniform came over, smiling as he called out to Ye Zhiyuan, “Brother Zhiyuan, is this your customer? Is there anything you need?”
Ye Zhiyuan looked at Mu Xiaoxiao and asked, “What would you like to drink?”
Mu Xiaoxiao replied casually, “Juice.”
The waiter was startled. “Ah?”
Fruit juice?
“You don’t have it?” Mu Xiaoxiao was puzzled by his surprise.
The waiter snapped out of it and nodded. “Yes, yes. So, Brother Zhiyuan, what would you like to drink?”
“Just give me a glass of water,” Ye Zhiyuan said.
“Okay.” The waiter stepped back.
Mu Xiaoxiao moved closer to him and whispered, “Is it weird to ask for juice?”
