Hearing Linda Linda say that, Sun Jack pointed to the black man in the rain. "I just casually asked for him, but if there's nothing, it's okay."
The black customer service crawled up from the ground, looked up at the neon-covered high-rises, and step by step, walked toward there. At this moment, his silhouette looked incredibly bleak.
Seeing Linda Linda standing there without speaking anymore, Sun Jack didn't say anything either and turned around, ready to leave.
"Ah, forget it." Linda Linda showed a trace of impatience on her face and put away her e-cigarette.
"If we don't give him a hand, he probably won't live much longer. Big Bird Spin Spin Spin seems to be missing a substitute. I'll go ask the manager to see if we can pull some strings through the back door," Linda Linda said and turned around to re-enter Club 69.
"Wow, she's actually helping out," Tapai said, surprised.
