He came to the bar, and the young man who had just entered was already sitting there, staring at the direction of the booth private room.

Following his sight, Fernan also saw Tan Cheng and others sitting in the private room.

"Sir, what do you need to order?" the waiter at the bar asked Fernan.

When Fenan heard this, he asked, "What do you have?"

“There are everything here.”

"There is everything?" Fei Nan raised his eyebrows: "Five plus peel, double steam, twenty-four herbal tea, vitamin milk, then beat a tortoise egg and stir well, and add dripping ink, is there any?"

The waiter's sweat came down at that time: "Sorry, sir, we don't have this."

"Please give me a draft beer, thank you." Fernan put his elbow on the bar, but saw that the young man had moved his eyes and placed it on him.

"It's a pity that I have no good fortune." Fei Nan shrugged, picked up the beer he had made by the waiter, and walked to Song Zihao and others.

After looking up close, he had confirmed that the young man was Song Zijie, with beautiful eyes and a bit similar to Leslie Cheung.

Song Zijie passed over his figure and saw Song Zihao who was joking with his colleagues. His eyes were froze.

At this moment, Tan Cheng and others also walked out of the private room.

A little brother said something in Tan Cheng's ear. He looked up and looked in the direction of Song Zihao and others, and walked towards it.

"Brother Hao, why don't you notify me when you come back?" Tan Cheng reached out to Song Zihao and said with a smile: "It's so not a friend."

Everyone on the table became quiet.

Most of the people here have eyesight. Tan Cheng and his group were almost so arrogant that they almost wrote "I am a gangster" on their face.

When we looked at Brother Hao and Mark again, everyone's eyes changed.

Song Zihao is usually unwilling to talk about the past, and Fei Nan just revealed it slightly. They thought that Song Zihao was just a gangster who had been hiding on the street.
Chapter completed!