Stepping out of the Business KTV, Lin Chu was actually feeling a little hungry. He remembered a barbecue spot nearby and suggested they go get a bite.
It wasn't that he was in any particular hurry, though.
In fact, when a lot of guys take girls from the club out for a late-night snack, it's mainly because they want to see what's hiding underneath all that heavy makeup.
After all, in the dim light of a club, a Qiao Biluo could be made up to look like a Beauty Diao Chan.
That wasn't his goal, however.
The lighting in their private room had been excellent, so he had seen them perfectly clearly.
Needless to say, he'd seen Fan Wanjun many times. She was a sharp little vixen at work, as delectable as a honey peach.
The lead dancer next to her, though she clearly had a surgically-enhanced face, was even more exquisitely crafted—the pinnacle of high-end cosmetic work.
The sitting fee for the eight of them was ten thousand each. That price tag alone said plenty.
