This discovery left Chu Xiu feeling somewhat helpless.
However, Chu Xiu knew that with his father's pride, he would certainly not proactively seek help from Qingshan.
Most likely, they ran into Zhang Qingshan on the way back, and he sharply noticed something amiss.
As he was pondering, his friend was already walking towards the private room. Chu Xiu's mind moved, and a Fierce Ghost quietly floated out, observing from afar.
Inside the private room, the rich scent of smoke and alcohol was pervasive. Huang Jun sat brazenly in the middle of the sofa, his gray shirt half unbuttoned, vaguely revealing his beer belly. Beside him sat two scantily clad young women.
He was obviously drunk, holding a microphone in one hand and wailing like a ghost, while his other hand roamed over the thigh of the woman beside him, who didn't mind at all but instead coquettishly hugged his arm, her chest brushing against him faintly, which excited Huang Jun even more.
