"Won't pay? Won't play?" Young Master Luo slapped her across the face.
Liao Kexin's senior covered her face and stood frozen, as if she could hardly believe it.
"Fuck, you worthless slut, you came here to mess with me? You play when you say play, and don't play when you say you don't?" Young Master Luo stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair. "Didn't I say from the start that you could choose for yourselves? Did I force you to join?"
A group of onlookers watched the spectacle, while the busy promoters coming and going acted as though they saw nothing.
No one stepped in to stop it.
Or perhaps they felt it had not yet reached the point where intervention was necessary.
"You want the money and your reputation too, huh? Then drink. Finish it, and if you can't finish it, you're not leaving!" Young Master Luo smashed the glass down on the table. "Drink!"
In the booth, the remaining girls were silent as cicadas in winter. Not one dared make a sound.
Liao Kexin's senior looked as though she had been frightened senseless. She did not even dare cry, merely covering her face as she stared blankly at the drinks on the table.
In this booth, Liao Kexin ultimately could not bear to watch any longer.
"Young Master Zhang, can you help her?" Liao Kexin gently tugged at Zhang Yang's sleeve, her eyes pleading.
She knew that the people at this table seemed to know the people over there. If they were willing to help, the other side would at least show this table some respect.
"Young Master Zhang, how about I tell him to rein it in?" Li Xingyu asked tentatively.
"Give him a reminder," Zhang Yang said casually.
Hearing that, Li Xingyu nodded and stood