Qin Mu could not be bothered to explain too much to Lu Chengxuan. "Remember what I said. I don't want to see Auntie Pei crying and coming to beg me for mercy because of you again."
At Qin Mu's threat, Lu Chengxuan's expression instantly turned ugly.
As soon as Cheng Lang returned to the first floor, the floor manager furtively sidled up to him. "Well? Did you see the big boss? What did he say to you?"
"Is business not busy tonight?" Cheng Lang looked at the floor manager's waggling brows and smiled. "You have a lot of free time."
"I'm concerned about you!" The floor manager clicked his tongue, nudging Cheng Lang's chest with an elbow as he asked curiously, "Come on! What did he want with you?"
"He wanted to take responsibility for my life." Cheng Lang said solemnly, "From now on, I can spend the boss's money however I want, live in the boss's villa however I want, and drive the boss's cars however I want."
"Tch!" The floor manager waved a hand dismissively. "Forget it if you don't want to say. It's not like I care to ask."
Watching the grumbling floor manager turn and leave, Cheng Lang shrugged innocently. Everything he had said was true.
The guests downstairs had long been waiting for Cheng Lang to take the stage. Seeing him dawdle and refuse to come out, they could not help shouting, "Where is he?"
"Don't tell me he fell into the second-floor bathroom? Should someone go up and fish him out?"
Hearing someone give the second-floor bathroom extra screen time, Cheng Lang could not help chiming in. "The second-floor bathroom doesn't have a part tonight. Certain people, don't cue yourselves."
So they could not cue themselves? The paying guests immediately took offense at Cheng