Chen Xixi looked up at the bar with its luxurious and imposing decorations, where even the signboard at the entrance seemed to be edged with gold. Was this place safe?
More likely a gold-eating den that doesn't even spit out bones.
She frowned and voiced her doubts: "How can you be so sure that their place is really safe?"
Anyway, she felt it wasn't safe at all.
Just looking at this bar, one could tell it was owned by someone with money and power. If the two of them dared to make a report upon entering, chances are they'd be kidnapped and sold off to Myanmar before they could even make the emergency call.
Jin Cheng smiled mysteriously, turning his head to look at Chen Xixi. His tall figure slightly bent over, leaning close to her, and whispered in a volume just for them: "This bar's boss has old family connections with mine."
