"Boss, the person has arrived," Yu Wei said as he pushed open the door, his expression respectfully conveyed.
Chu Chen raised an eyebrow, flicked the cigarette ash off his leg with a hand, "Let everyone leave and stand guard outside the door."
Yu Wei responded, "Yes."
Downstairs, the dance floor was empty, and there was no sign of the bartender at the bar either.
Coming downstairs, Yu Wei saw the man who pushed the door open and entered, his narrow, dark eyes slightly upturned in a sweep of casual arrogance that made others dare not look directly at him.
Under the light, that delicate face was even more beautiful than Chu Chen's by quite a few degrees.
For a man to look like this, the term "calamity of beauty" was not sufficient to describe him in the least.
"Lord Li,"
Yu Wei took a step forward, smiled modestly without groveling or arrogance, and said, "Lord Li, my boss is waiting for you upstairs in the private room."
