"Sister Hong, who's singing so early? I'm still half asleep!" Qingqing said with a yawn and a coquettish tone.
Sister Hong gently pinched her arm. "Cheer up and hurry inside. These guests specifically asked you to sing with them."
After pushing Qingqing into the private room, Sister Hong added, "Comrade, we agreed that we should talk things out!"
Yang Qiaoqiao nodded, and then Sister Hong left.
Qingqing realized that Yang Qiaoqiao was the one in charge among the four people, and then glanced at her stomach.
He then sat down casually, habitually took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, he seemed to remember something, glanced at Yang Qiaoqiao's stomach, and threw the cigarette into the trash can.
She said arrogantly, "If you're going to punish me because your man slept with me, I suggest you save your energy and go back to your man."
After all, men can't control their lower bodies. You might deal with me, but there are countless other women you can't handle.
“I didn’t come to you for this.” Yang Qiaoqiao got straight to the point, placing a wad of cash on the coffee table and pushing it toward Qingqing. “I’m here to ask you something. If you tell me, this money is yours.”
Qingqing looked at the stack of four heads on the coffee table and, judging by its thickness, estimated it to be at least two thousand yuan.
Her eyes immediately lit up.
She usually spends time with those disgusting men and only earns a few dozen yuan a night. The more generous ones might give her a hundred or two hundred yuan, and she has to put up with their disgusting behavior.
This woman just asked her for some information, and she immediately gave her two thousand yuan. That's more money than those scumbags make.
She looked at Yang Qiaoqiao's face and a genuine smile appeared on her face. "Ask away, and I'll tell you anything I know."
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