The blaring music, the chatter and laughter of women, and the cold air from the air conditioner blasting against her skin.
Xu Su was cold and in pain. She frowned and opened her eyes.
She was in a private room.
A row of women sat together, chatting and laughing without pause.
They wore stilettos and identical, revealing uniforms. A line of bare legs was on full display. With their exquisite makeup, each was a stunning beauty, and under the colored lights, their allure was all the more captivating.
'Where... is this?'
Xu Su raised a hand to her temples as her last memory flooded her mind.
She had been shot by Zhou Mochen and passed out.
'Even if I woke up, shouldn't I be in a hospital?'
But from the decor, this place clearly looked like some kind of club, and these women in front of her...
"Susu,"
