C55 A Trap

That night, there were people who were in great pain, some who threw their heads back and laughed, some drinking to ease their worries, there were also people who drank to their heart's content. All of this had nothing to do with Dongfang Qingyu, if it wasn't for Cheng Hongluan's phone call.

At the bar.

Colorful neon lights were flashing, rotating, and rolling. Deafening heavy metal music