"Your drinks are here." She served two cocktails on the table and forced herself to smile.
"When did Glamour get such a beautiful waitress?"
One of the customers with a jutting chin grabbed onto her wrist and caressed the back of her hand. He smiled lecherously at her.
"What's your name, little miss?"
She suppressed the urge to vomit and smiled. "Shanshan."
"Shanshan? What a nice name. Come, have a drink with us."
The man took out a few hundred-yuan notes from his wallet and slipped them into her cleavage.
His fingers followed suit.
Mo Shan took a step back on reflex but the man pulled her toward him. Her belly hit the table and she moaned in pain.
However, her voice was lost in the loud music and chatter around her and did not raise any alarm.