The steward secretly looked up. Through the moonlight that shone in from outside, he could only vaguely see the back of the gentleman. He was slender, tall and straight like a Cedar, and there was a corner of his green clothes.
His entire body exuded a peaceful and tranquil aura, but there was a faint sense of danger.
He didn't dare to look any longer and immediately lowered his head.
The steward muttered in his heart, he shouldn't have done anything to provoke this gentleman, right?
Just as he was lost in his thoughts.
In this quiet room, the man's deep voice sounded. His tone was very slow, and it had a sense of oppression that people could not resist.
"Don't let Wen Liang go on stage to sing."
The manager was stunned.
Who was Wen Liang? Who was Wen Liang?
Oh, oh, oh, that actress.
alright, Sir, I'll fire her now ...
The manager, Wen Liang, was still a little pitiful as she sighed in her heart.
