Nathan Ye's pupils shrank and his eyes fell on the face of the pimp manager, who saw sweat on his forehead.
He sighed imperceptibly and raised his hand to rub the center of his brow.
At the edge of the dance floor bar, Ethan Lu was about to refill his glass with champagne when he heard a faint voice in his ear: "...It must be him."
Ethan Lu turned around instinctively. The informant manager stood next to a beautiful woman and nodded. Their eyes fell on him.
"Yes, but this kid only works as a waiter. I'm afraid he won't be able to handle it." The manager tried to dissuade him, "I have a woman here ---"
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