There were an extraordinary number of people at the bar today. Meng Xiao was busy moving crates of alcohol between the back kitchen warehouse and the bar all night long without rest.
In the middle of the bar, the singer on the stage was singing a lively song, with the next dancer rousing the whole crowd.
They were all young girls, some of them even professional music students.
Meng Xiao didn't possess any of their youthful, beautiful, and energetic qualities.
Yang Yi was on the second floor, leaning against the glass railing, watching the upheaval of people downstairs.
"Brother Yi, what do you think? Do you see someone you like? I can call them over for you," Zhao Pingxuan teased softly. He saw that unlike the antisocial his astringent drinking buddy Yang Yi, he was interestingly staring at the crowd today.