Both of them took a deep breath, until the waiter looked at Xiao Long's cellphone which was a bit far from Xiao Long at this time.
"Doesn't Mr. Han have a personal chauffeur who is always with him everywhere? How about we just call him to pick up Mr. Han from here? I think that if the driver came to pick him up it would be safe, surely Mr. Han wouldn't protest too much at all," said the waiter. The bartender only raised an eyebrow, he didn't respond at all. "However, who knows the cell phone password?"
"He is Han Xiao Long, don't act recklessly, your life might be at stake, you know?"
The waiter didn't even care, he secretly took the cellphone from Xiao Long, then turned on Xiao Long's cellphone which was originally dead.
