At this time, the manager from Xingyi Record Company obviously knew who they were referring to as Brother Jun and hurried over to the blonde-haired thug, nodding and bowing as he said, "So it's Brother Jun's people, my apologies. Miss Ma Yiyi has just finished her concert and she's very tired. Maybe another time?"
"Brother Jun is celebrating his birthday today and a lot of friends have come. He just wants Miss Ma Yiyi to come over and toast him a glass of wine. Could it be that even this small gesture is too much to ask for Brother Jun's face?" The blonde-haired thug clearly had no regard for the record company manager.
Just then, a loud "Bang!" erupted, startling everyone in Ma Yiyi's entourage as they saw a glass coffee table in their room shattered by a man holding a stick. The man was obviously the blond-haired thug's henchman who, holding the stick, casually picked his nose with his pinky and said, "Oops, my hand slipped, sorry."
