The women sitting on the side clearly didn't take the police seriously; being a prostitute to this extent is also a kind of art. Wu Shuang thought as she scanned each person with her eyes.
"I'm here on official business today!" Director Zhao disentangled himself from the woman's hands, without any awkward expression, his big hand stroking the woman's thigh while his murky eyes glanced to the side. "Has Ah San arrived yet?"
"Looking for Ah San, huh? I haven't seen him show up here for a few days now." The woman slapped away Director Zhao's reaching hand, feigning an angry look. "I heard from people next door that he recently made some money and went to hang out in high-class places."
Director Zhao clapped his hands and stood up. "When you see him, tell him to come to me."
"Oh, you're leaving already, Director? I've been waiting for you!" Judging by this, the director must be a frequent customer here. Director Zhao rubbed his crew cut and chuckled at Wu Shuang.
