The people who should’ve left, left, and the tense atmosphere in the private room dissipated. 

A smile appeared on Zhang Sen’s face and he signalled. “What are you sitting about for? Pour us some alcohol.”

The women quickly got into work-mode and assumed their roles as drink-pourers and hangers-on. Every man had two women accompanying him and they were all young, sexy and pretty. 

Two women were seated, one on either side of Xia Lei as well, but Xia Lei did not put his arms around their waists or take advantage of them like Lin Wen-De and Ding Yun did. He just sat there and did nothing. 

“Pick a song, Boss. I’ll sing with you,” said a woman in a sweet voice, “How about ‘Burlak’s Love’*? I’ll sing the little sister’s part and you’ll sing the big brother’s part, okay?”

“No,” said Xia Lei disinterestedly, “I don’t know this song.”

The other woman brought him a glass of red wine and gave him a seductive smile. “Let’s cross arms and drink, Boss....