The so-called "massage" was slang for fucking, a term used in the world of prostitution.
However, Chen Xiaobei wasn't surprised by that at all. He was stunned because Xiao Nian had just said that Zhang Yingying used to dance with clients here.
Good grief! Your mother is worried sick, and here you are, you damn kid, indulging in this debauchery. What the hell is this?
In an instant, Chen Xiaobei was fuming.
"Which room are they in? Tell me now!" Chen Xiaobei demanded, looking at Xiao Nian.
She's Yang Yun's daughter, after all. Her mother went so far as to let me fuck her, all so her daughter could have a better life. No matter what, I have to drag this damn girl back!
"In the VIP room on the second floor. Why?" Xiao Nian asked, looking bewildered.
Chen Xiaobei was in no mood to explain and started heading toward the second floor.
"Who goes there? Stop!"
