Don't underestimate this rundown bar; it's not just about gimmicks.
The ice cream in Chu River's hand is made with real ingredients, smooth in texture, and quite delicious.
The only downside is the price—while the golden arches outside charge twenty or thirty bucks, here it costs 68.
But... since she's not footing the bill, Chu River is even happier.
She wandered around the bar, her eyes filled with curiosity. However, she didn't speak; instead, stood there with an outstanding aura.
How should I put it? Her face might not be the most outstanding, but the aura is unmatched.
A group of drinking men and women surrounded the bar, and people in the booth beside them were eyeing those uniforms. The manager sneaked a glance at Chu River's face—even without makeup, she looked far better under the current lighting.
He thought to himself—good thing she's in uniform, otherwise if someone tried to flirt with her, and the other party had a bad temper...
Better to avoid an incident.
