"Lie Flat Club."
Inside a VIP room, a woman picked up the microphone and sang a song hysterically. At this moment, she stood up, swaying, staring at the giant screen not far away, humming a sorrowful love song.
She was wearing a thin, strapless top, her long curly hair falling on both shoulders. Inside the room, there were two attendants, watching her every move.
The most bizarre thing was that she wore a red string around her neck, with a jade pendant hanging from it.
A mournful and plaintive song flowed from her mouth.
As she sang, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. After wiping it away boldly, she realized more tears were falling. She shook the hand holding the microphone violently.
"Go get your boss here, go..."
The woman growled regardless of her image.
The attendants looked at each other helplessly, and one of them walked out.
