The spacious private room.
Without music playing and the lights already dim, the room felt especially quiet.
So when the slap landed on Ali, it sounded particularly loud.
The DJ lady stood nearby, startled and too scared to move for a second.
Such incidents where customers hit the hostesses happen often in this place; everyone was used to it, but they were still afraid of getting involved and so kept silent.
Ali looked at Wen Hao calmly.
Her cheek hurt somewhat, but not as cold as when she attended his birthday party that day.
She raised the corners of her lips, "In a place like this, women like us are used to getting hit by customers. Wen Hao, I thought you were different from others, but now it seems I truly overestimated you."
Wen Hao glared at Ali, his expression ugly.
Being mocked by a prostitute!
He felt all sorts of discomfort inside, yet had nowhere to vent.
"Excuse me." Ali turned and left.
She left the private room directly.
