With the help of the bartender and the staff, Renee soon got the person into the car.
The car sped away into the night.
The bartender watched the taxi drive off, a disdainful expression appearing on his face, "Tch."
The bar staff gave him a puzzled look and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The bartender took off his work uniform and handed it to the staff, asking him to hold it. "It's nothing, just thinking that you're bound to meet all sorts of people these days. Can you hold this for me?"
He had seen women who chase after men, but never ones who would drug a man just to stick to him. How desperate is that! To be honest, as a man, no matter how pretty the woman is, encountering such a person is just repulsive.
The bar staff didn't understand his words but still took the clothes he handed over. "What do you mean? I don't understand."
