"Butong said she was going to the bathroom. She seemed to drink too much again."

"I didn't drink too much!" Butong interrupts her impatiently, "who told you that I drank too much? Go in and drink your wine!"

the young girl shrunk and returned to the private room timidly.

the gold-plated door is closed, isolating the music inside, and the ear is quiet. Miss, it's late. Let's go home Money into supporting cloth Tong, a face of worry.

"it's just a few o'clock. I just came out for a while. I'm going back home." Butong pushed him away and staggered to the direction of the restroom. "Men and women don't...