The top floor of the club has a total of four private rooms, offering the largest space and the highest level of privacy.
The manager personally led Yan Lu's group to the door of one of the private rooms on the top floor, cautiously prepared to knock on the door, but Yan Lu simply pushed it open without ceremony.
The manager shrank back instinctively—after all, her last name was Yan, and she had the right to be arrogant.
The soundproofing of the room was excellent. In the instant the door was pushed open, a tidal wave of deafening noise crashed over them like a surging ocean, immediately drowning everyone in it.
Walking at the very back, Liu Runxi unconsciously furrowed his brows.
Inside the private room, laser lights cast a dazzling rainbow of colors, so brilliant that it was nearly impossible to see anyone's face clearly.
Men and women were scattered around, some sitting, some standing, either playing games or belting out lyrics in hoarse, desperate voices.
