Chapter 50-“Night Tears in Shanghai: A Woman’s Heartbreak Amid Neon Lights”

The night was thick, and the neon lights on both sides of the street were lit up. In this scorching night, there was a dim yellow light, like an old man observing the deserted pedestrians on the street.

The most eye-catching person on this street was the Fengwu Entertainment City. Xiao Xiaoxiao quickly found this place according to the address that Zhenzi had given him.

Fengwu Entertainment City indeed had its own unique style. The smiling shop assistant, the gentle and elegant attendant, the European Roman Pillar, and the ancient iron lamp were filled with harmony and romance.

The main hall of Fengwu Entertainment City wasn’t considered luxurious, but it was definitely savory. The first time Xiao Xiaoxiao walked in, he felt very comfortable, as comfortable as a home.

“May I ask if there’s a girl named Lin Xiaowen working here?”

Xiao Xiaoxiao came to the front desk and asked.

“Lin Xiaowen?”

The receptionist looked at Xiao Xiaoxiao in confusion.

Xiao Xiaoxiao nodded.

“Most of the girls here don’t need their real names. I’ll help you investigate. “

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!”

The receptionist smiled. Her face resembled Haitang’s, and her smile was so moving.

“There’s someone named Xiaowen. I wonder if he’s the one you’re looking for?”

“Where is she?”

“In Paris, if the security guard asks, don’t say I’m the one who said it. You’re a guest.”

She smiled again and smiled even more beautifully.

“I understand. Thank you very much.”

Xiao Xiaoxiao followed her gesture and walked in. Every private room here was named after the major cities. There was a security guard in the corridor not too long away. They had to ask him every step they took. If it weren’t for the receptionist’s warning, Xiao Xiaoxiao wouldn’t have been able to get out of the Paris hall.

When they arrived at the Parishall, Xiao Xiaoxiao stopped. He heard the familiar song again.

“Don’t ask me where I came from. My hometown is far away. Why are you wandering, wandering far away, wandering…”

As soon as the song ceased, Xiao Xiaoxiao reached out and knocked on the door. Laughter could be heard from inside. Xiao Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but stare blankly. He gently pushed open the door and glanced inside. Xiaowen’s hands were bare, and his face was as red as Tao Hua’s. Beside him was a fifty-year-old man. He had one hand around Xiaowen’s waist, and the other raised his wine glass, which was filled with bright red wine.