While the women were having a great time talking about their woes, Wuming continued with his task. He was already on his last destination and thought that it would be good for the women to have some time alone before he barges there and ruin their conversation.
Wuming sat on the bar, away from the noisy open space where underage teens pretending to be adults were swaying their hips and banging their heads to the beat.
It was the first time that Wuming chanced on visiting this place. Qing Lok was busy tonight and this was usually his turf. He could definitely see why. The place resembled something like a game he would play.