Ye Yuchen did not study Mu Wanqing's part-time job in detail.

He wouldn't even call her to summon her back to the rose garden, which was indirectly condoning all her actions.

Therefore, Mu Wanqing went to Zero Degree Bar to sing and make money every night, which was a great pleasure.

"Miss Mu, why are you... here again."

Yan Jun's movements while mixing drinks froze when he saw Mu Wanqing walking into the bar.

If you are facing a formidable enemy, oh no...Big Buddha.

"Boss Yan, do you feel sorry for your wallet?" Mu Wanqing smiled as brightly as a flower.

After all, one night of singing costs 10,000 yuan, which is quite expensive.

"How dare you?" Yan Jun smirked twice.

He immediately finished mixing the glass of wine in his hand, handed it to the customer, and then personally mixed another glass of wine for Mu Wanqing.

"I do not drink."

Mu Wanqing took a glass of orange juice and waved her hand, "Let's go! Let's go to work!"

Looking at her back, Yan Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

His aunt was gone, but he was very nervous.

He didn't even know that Mrs. Ye was so naughty that she would come to the bar to sing instead of doing anything else.

The moment Mu Wanqing walked onto the stage, the music stopped suddenly.

"you again!"

Meier then put her half-taken shawl back on her shoulders and looked at her with hostility.

"Yes, it's me."

Mu Wanqing smiled proudly and charmingly.

She didn't care about Meier's dissatisfaction with her, she just stood in front of Li Mai and said, "Good evening, everyone."

"Goddess! Goddess! Goddess!"

There were cheers in the Zero Bar, accompanied by whistles and screams, and the momentum instantly overwhelmed Meier.

"Damn it!" Meier clenched her fists tightly.

She took out a packet of medicinal powder that could temporarily silence people's voices and poured it all into Mu Wanqing's orange juice without thinking.

Meier looked at the stage triumphantly, "I want to see...how you can continue to sing!"

Mu Wanqing stood in the center of the stage and sang a few songs. After that, her mouth became dry and she stepped off the stage to rest for a while.

She held orange juice and looked at Meier, "It's your turn."

"You don't need to remind me!" Meier glanced at Mu Wanqing disdainfully, and then stood on the stage arrogantly.

The pole dancing was more lively than before Mu Wanqing came.

Mu Wanqing was holding the ice-cold orange juice bottle, and she always felt that there was something wrong with the residual warmth, as if someone had warmed it up.

She frowned slightly and sniffed the orange juice.

Nothing unusual...

However, it is easy to tell whether a chilled bottle has been touched by someone.

"Huh, I'm super stingy."

Mu Wanqing curled her lips slightly, then pretended to be calm, poured out Mei'er's orange juice, and poured her own orange juice into her glass.

"Boss Yan, I think Meier is a little tired. Shouldn't it be time for her to take a rest?"

Mu Wanqing tapped the bar twice.

Yan Jun looked at her strangely, "Are you two very difficult to deal with?"

"No way." Mu Wanqing smiled slightly.

Her smile looked harmless, but Yanjun's back felt a bit chilly and cold.

Yanjun waved his hand, and Meier obediently got off the stage.

"Do you have a knife?" Mu Wan tilted her head and leaned her elbows on the bar, looking at Yan Jun.

Yanjun: "..."

Mom, aunt, please don't cause trouble!

"Yes?" Mu Wanqing smiled, and Yan Jun was cautious.

He then handed over a pair of small scissors that were very light and harmless.

"What do you want a knife for?"
Chapter completed!