The 15 or 16-year-old girl was probably mixed-race. Her tanned skin was slightly yellow. She didn't look like she was from a pure Libyan bloodline. Even her eyes were green, beautiful, and big.
Xia Jinyuan glanced at her and glanced at the dilapidated violin in her hand. She played it well, but the strings were not tuned properly and had lost their sound quality.
A group of women sat cross-legged at the corner of the wall, waiting for guests to choose them. They didn't dare to take the initiative to welcome them. This was the rule. Whoever broke the rule would disappear the next day and would never be able to return to the nightclub that could allow them to survive.
