The steward, upon hearing this, stepped aside with Shao Fei.
No matter what Shao Fei wanted to say, he had to listen to Shao Fei's words; he couldn't deny him this bit of face.
Seeing the steward's reaction, Shao Fei felt a surge of joy, believing there might still be room for negotiation; otherwise, the steward wouldn't have followed him.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a bank card, handing it to the steward when no one else was looking.
"Steward, this is a little token of my appreciation, please accept it!"
"Mr. Shao, what do you mean by this?"
The steward, upon hearing the words, glanced at the bank card that Shao Fei handed him. He didn't take the card but instead furrowed his brows and spoke sternly.
