Sister Yan was accustomed to scenes of this nature. She immediately understood the situation, "Miss, if you need money, you've come to the right place. Come with me; with your looks, you could be the star performer here. Just let yourself go, and I guarantee you'll earn two million in one night."
Two million...
That was the number Mi Yao needed, but she shook her head, "I don't sell my body."
Sister Yan, who was very smooth, smiled, "The girls here don't sell their bodies either. How about this—you go in and sell drinks. The commission on drinks is high, and the more you sell, the more you'll earn. How much depends on your skills."
Mi Yao hesitated for a moment. She didn't want to enter such a place, but she was out of options, "Okay."
...
Inside the VIP room.
Xiao Meng and Xiao Ke entered, gracefully placing a bottle of French red wine from 1973 on the coffee table, their voices delicately giggling, "Third Prince, Zhou Jin, the wine you requested is here."