Suddenly, —a man in a suit and leather shoes smiled and said, "That man is a big family with a surname nearby. He is rich and bought a box for a year at a time. We can't refuse to open the door to welcome guests. Do you think so?"
Those people seemed to accept the explanation, nodded, and only watched Wei Ming walk to the box, but there was suspicion and faint murder in their eyes.
Wei Ming maintained his facial expression in fear. The more he walked, the more stiff he became. Finally, he moved to the door of the box.
As soon as he arrived at the box, the waiter quickly closed the door and said, "I'll deal with the first floor. Everything is up to you here!"
Wei Ming didn't know anything at all and depended on himself, but he finally came out of the tense atmosphere that had just gone upstairs.
"Are you so nervous?" Ji Jing looked at Wei Ming's back getting wet.
