Outside the dance floor, Fu Wen was speaking to Mo Ting in a loud voice, "President Mo! They said that all the seats have been reserved, and only the bar counter has space."
This was something that could not be helped, this Mix was not a business under EL. Fu Wen had wanted to spend more money to buy a booth, but was informed by the staff that a mysterious guest would be present today. The booths were all full, so he did not have to spend money.
Mo Ting furrowed his brows, "Where's Little Yuan?"
"In the booth."
Mo Ting looked at Fu Wen with a look that said, "Wasn't everything already fully booked? How did Madam get in?"
Mo Ting's eyes narrowed as he found a seat where he could see Su Yuan and sat down.
