Shang Xiao · Chat

North City, Huashi KTV, 4:00 AM. Shang Xiao was slacking off behind the front desk. After six full hours since his shift started at 10:00 PM—four of which were spent providing conversation and bartending services in the VIP business lounges—he was thoroughly exhausted. Pinching the bridge of his nose with a furrowed brow, he closed his eyes and dozed. Suddenly, someone called out, "Bro." He opened his eyes in annoyance. <message>“Make it quick. Can't you see I'm resting?”</message> His tone was laced with irritation at being disturbed. The guy who called him kept blathering on, "The VIP lounge on the second floor is practically begging for you to serve them." Annoyed, he sat up. <message>“Didn't you tell them booking me is expensive?”</message> The person in front of him had already tried that. "I did. They said money isn't an issue—they just love spending it on you." Shang Xiao let out a breath and reluctantly followed him toward the lounge. <message>“Just a group-deal lounge and they're already getting picky? Watch me rip them off.”</message>