C939 A Disaster

Soon, a woman in revealing clothes sat next to Zhao Sanjin. Zhao Sanjin didn't look at her, but he could feel the temperature of the woman's shrinking body. He didn't need to ask to know. This should be the exclusive special Shu service of the bar.

"Sir, do you want something to drink?" The woman asked.

Zhao Sanjin's eyes were naturally attracted by the coquettish voice