She got out of the car and glanced at Mo Qingchen. She could see he had no intention to come out. She slammed the door shut and glanced around at her surrounding. The street was lively with music and laughter floating in the air.
The entrance to the place was covered in graffiti. She expected it to be an abandoned industrial space or a bar, but this was neither. Seriously, it looked like she had gone back in time.
The place looked like it was filled to the brim with mayhem.
A naked woman swung high above the bartender's head on a metallic contraption. Naked ballerinas, aerialists, and even a naked man playing the cello entertained the crowd as they piled in through the little entrance. She saw faces from the industry: models, designers, and big-shot bosses who wanted to woo Marcus.
