Qin Yiren staggered, having no choice but to step onto the greasy, slippery path.
Several households lived on both sides of the alley. An old man in his fifties or sixties heard the commotion and purposely poked his head out of his house, leering at the pale and weak Qin Yiren, and asked Axu behind her, "What's the price?"
Qin Yiren froze in place.
Women are never commodities, but in places like this, in such environments, those three words can only lead one to think of something else.
"Get lost, don't pry!"
Axu exaggeratedly widened his eyes, went forward to drive away the meddlesome old man, and signaled Liu Mei'er to open the door quickly.
The doors in the alley were low, Liu Mei'er took out a key, bent down to tackle the lock, and behind came the unyielding whistle from the old man: "Alright, how about this one? I'm willing to pay two hundred for the night, how's that?"
Axu spat in a fierce manner: "Old geezer, dare to babble again and see how I'll deal with you!"
