The doorman's eyes lit up at the sight of a fat sheep arriving, and he hastily nodded and bowed, leading the way.
Buzz~
A silver coin was effortlessly flicked out and landed in the waiter's hand, and Zhu Haomiao walked into the entrance with the ease of someone returning home.
As he reached the lobby, Zhu Haomiao sensed something and looked up to the second floor, where he saw a tall, elegant middle-aged Caucasian man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in a tailcoat.
Their eyes met, and under the dim, ambiguous lighting, the middle-aged man raised a glass of wine to him in a distant salute.
Zhu Haomiao smiled and nodded, showing no sign of change in expression, as he walked up to the second floor and entered the room next to the middle-aged man.
Soon, several young women, chirping like orioles and swallows, filed in, surrounding the youth at once.
