Zhu Yixian quickly realized something might be wrong and asked in a low, slightly nervous voice.
"It's nothing."
"Keep an eye on him."
"I'm going inside to say hello."
Zhu Yaohui said thoughtfully, taking a deep breath. Then he strode inside, a disarmingly warm smile on his face.
After greeting a few regular clients he knew, he nonchalantly made his way toward Qian Zhi.
Qian Zhi, who looked to be around fifty and had the air of a handsome older man, was currently flirting with a caddie, cheekily reading the young woman's palm.
"Ahem."
Zhu Yaohui let out a soft cough. He appeared at his side with a pleasant smile. "Old Qian, can I steal you for a moment? I need to discuss something serious with you. Come on, let's talk outside."
Qian Zhi glanced at him, a flicker in his eyes, but he drawled lazily, "What is it? Just say it here. As you can see, I'm busy."
He was putting on airs.
"Oh, come on. It's really important. I need your help with something."
