"What?" Half distracted, half annoyed, he looked back to Huaisang. "This place doesn't keep anyone innocent." He meant the place as a whole, not the establishment. And he was clueless as to what Huaisang was talking about. He gave a leery glance at the area where the performers were, avoiding his gaze quickly when he saw one silhouette undulate behind the cream-colored paper.
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"Hot pot or not?"