Chapter 23

That night, a fight broke out in my bar, and beer bottles were flying everywhere.

A shard of glass sliced into my calf, requiring twelve stitches.

I’m not usually one to make a fuss, but for some reason, that day, I just really wanted Jin Lan to be there.

I wanted to see him protect me.

The new resident singer, Shen Qi, was a man of few words but quite reliable. After he called the police, he bent down to pick me up: “Sister Qi, let me take you to the hospital.”

I winced and signaled for him to be quiet; I was in the middle of calling Jin Lan.

It was three in the morning when the call connected.

Li Qiu answered: “Lan-ge drank too much yesterday and threw up all over himself, so his clothes are at the dry cleaners.

“He’s sleeping in the room next door, Qi-Qi, don’t get the wrong idea…”