It was 3 a.m. at the bar, and it was already bustling.
Ziyan, visiting this kind of place for the first time, felt timid as she approached the entrance. Clenching her fist, she took a deep breath and stepped inside.
Amidst the flashy lights and bustling crowd, Ziyan appeared a bit constrained.
Compared to other purely nocturnal bars, this one was relatively "reserved"; the music was not too harsh, nor was it DJ rock music. It seemed more like a place for working people to unwind and talk about love.
There weren't many people at night, some staff were nodding off, others chatting, with just about six or seven people in total.
"Excuse me, are you still hiring singers?"
A man with glasses inside immediately pushed his glasses up and said, "Yes! Are you looking for part-time or full-time work?"
"Part-time, because I'm still in school."
