"Thank you for the patronage…" Wei Zijun said, flattered. Then, with a pair of beautiful eyes, she glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang. If it weren't for this young man from their homeland, why would Anderi, whose influence spanned two countries, take care of her, a mere hotel employee? He probably wouldn't even bother to speak a word to her.
Anderi nodded at Wei Zijun and then said to the youngster who was still fanning his mouth, "Disappear from my sight within a minute…"
Upon hearing this, the young man looked startled, then helped the American old man, who was shivering in pain, and stumbled downstairs.
"Mr. Wang, I'm really sorry for disturbing your pleasure today. You probably haven't had a meal yet. To thank you for saving my life last time, let me set a table for you. I hope Mr. Wang won't be polite with me..."
