As the blue glow between the fingers of the songstress flashed and faded, the rotund middle-aged man with a lecherous gaze suddenly became vacant-eyed; he stared fixedly at Xue Niang, his round head nodding mechanically.
"I will take care of it, I will take care of it."
He repeated the phrase emotionlessly.
The next moment, the fat-headed middle-aged man's head drooped, and he slumped onto the table, falling into a deep sleep.
Xue Niang and the stunning songstress exchanged smiles.
But their flirtatious smiles turned into triumphant, cold smirks.
...
Watching this scene in his mind, Shu Guan felt as if he were watching a movie of a somewhat eerie genre.
...
"Keep a close eye on him these next few days."
Then, Xue Niang said indifferently to the gorgeous songstress:
