Inside the "Dragon Palace" private room, the conversation was lively and full of laughter. At moments of self-satisfaction, Li Wenrong even improvised a couple of lines of poetry. The atmosphere couldn't have been more heated, yet Tian Xiaotian felt a chill spreading all over her body as she listened.
This wasn't about admiring the night view, nor was it about delivering a late-night snack. It was obvious that Bitong had sold her out, handing her over to Li Wenrong for his amusement. Li Wenfeng had played around with more than just one or two actresses in the entertainment industry.
What's more, Tian Xiaotian had been Bitong's assistant for some time. She hadn't picked up those lofty "tastes," but she did understand those high-sounding phrases. They sounded serious and proper, but in reality they were all coded language, all filthy trades.
