Outside the dance floor, Fu Wen was speaking to Mo Ting in a loud voice, "President Mo! They said that all the seats have been reserved, and only the bar counter has space."
This was something that could not be helped, this Mix was not a business under EL. Fu Wen had wanted to spend more money to buy a booth, but was informed by the staff that a mysterious guest would be present today. The booths were all full, so he did not have to spend money.
Mo Ting furrowed his brows, "Where's Little Yuan?"
"In the booth."
Mo Ting looked at Fu Wen with a look that said, "Wasn't everything already fully booked? How did Madam get in?"
Mo Ting's eyes narrowed as he found a seat where he could see Su Yuan and sat down.
Fu Wen led Mo Ting inside. The night club's air quality was bad, it reeked of perfume, alcohol, and sweat. If one smelled too much of it, it was easy to get dizzy. There were not many people at the bar counter. After all, everyone liked to be on the dance floor.
