Mi Yao nodded and then pushed the door open.
There were four people in the private room. Zhou Jin was reclining lazily on the sofa, holding Xiao Ke in his arms. Upon seeing her enter, Zhou Jin greeted her, "Lady Mi, you've arrived."
Mi Yao nodded at Zhou Jin and then looked up into the room. The air was filled with smoke, and Feng Yueming was smoking a cigarette in one hand while holding a pretty girl, Xiao Meng, with the other.
As she entered, he lifted his eyelids indifferently to glance at her.
Mi Yao paused, clutching the skirt of her dress tightly with both hands. She knew he kept other women, but faced with a scene like this, she suddenly felt lost.
The atmosphere in the private room turned delicate. Zhou Jin swept his glance over the two of them and then pinched Xiao Ke's waist, "Sweetheart, go sing a song."
"Sure, Young Master Zhou."
Xiao Ke got up, turned on the screen, then picked up the microphone and sang "Sweetly" with a clear and sweet voice.