Lyu eagerly reassembled the flow of information and found the situation a few minutes before this scene appeared.
In the private room,
Accompanied by a lighthearted melody, the Second Prince danced in an embrace with a young woman wearing an evening dress, his expression slightly intoxicated.
The woman's steps were somewhat disordered.
To be honest, her usual work was figuring out how to sell more drinks, avoiding having those old lechers touch her thighs before the hefty bill was paid. She had never learned a noble's social dance.
She stepped on the Second Prince's foot, and the woman, knowing the Second Prince's identity, turned pale with fright.
"It's okay, ugh... it didn't really hurt."
The Second Prince patted her shoulder, "Let's call it a day."
He waved a hand, and a burly bodyguard reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out... a pile of tips.
The girl accompanying Yang Ming looked at him.
Yang Ming calmly said, "I don't have as much pocket money as Edwan."
