On the night that Yun Qiao went to the VIP Room No. 8 of Imperial song to interview Director Zhang for the game advertisement, Feng Chu also came to Imperial song.
She held the room card of VIP room No. 1 in her hand. She looked very calm, but in fact, her palms were full of sweat.
Beside her ears, the words of the head waiter of Imperial song, Sister Hong, rang in her ears. “Chu Chu, I also know you, and I saw that your father was seriously ill, so I helped you. Otherwise, with such a large sum of money, who knows how many 16 or 17-year-old girls would fight over it, how would you get the chance to do it? You better be smart and serve the customers well! Otherwise, not to mention not getting the one million yuan, even if the customers get angry, I won’t be able to save you. You know, the men who come here to buy their first night at a high price are very picky.”
Feng Chu’s heart was bleeding.
