She cooed, and the bald man instantly became excited, reaching out to pinch Feng Tingting. The bald man snickered coldly, "Don't worry! What kind of place is Hui Xian Building? Is it somewhere these poor wretches can come? Sneaking in is easy, but wait until they're exposed—I bet they won't just lose face, they'll be skinned alive."
"I knew my husband is the best!" Feng Tingting said, glancing viciously upstairs. She could only dine at Hui Xian Building because the bald man worked for the company that owned it. Even then, they could only afford to eat in the main hall. How could Song Yuwei and the others even think of going to the private rooms on the second floor?
The bald man stood up and walked to the reception desk, but surprisingly found the company's Manager Chen there. At first, he was startled, then a sly smile quickly flickered across his face.
