The bar was a scene of feasting and revelry.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw men and women wriggling toward the flashlight.
Song Yao went straight to the bar counter with a glass of wine in her hand, while the eyes were looking around.
After a while, Song Xinyue and the man came to the room on the second floor.
Without any hesitation, Song Yao immediately followed them.
However, they entered a private room. If they closed the door, she could hear nothing.
Just then, a waiter passed by. An idea came to her mind all of a sudden.
"Mr. Han, I heard that you have been doing business in Hong Kong all these years. You are really something!" "It's just some small business. It's not a big deal!" The man called Mr. Han just nodded without any smile on his face.
Because of this, he looked very dignified.