Xing'er

Shi Yong was somewhat at a loss—he hadn't done anything, so why was this little girl crying?

"Don't cry, what's your name?"

"Xing'er."

She sounded like she came from the countryside. Shi Yong looked at the little girl in front of him who looked like a country bumpkin, and he understood. He raised his voice and reprimanded her. "Do you think this is a safe place? Why would a girl from a good family come to work in a place like this? You're so young, yet you're willing to go down the nasty route!"

When Xing'er heard that.., she cried even harder. "I do not have a choice. I heard that the tips here are very high and that if you do a good job, the boss sends you to work at the club. I have two younger brothers in my family. The older one needs money to go to university, and the other needs money for high school. My parents said that if I can't earn money, I don't have to return, ever again..."