The bar was almost empty of guests.
Zhi Qiluo was wiping the tables, occasionally sneaking glances at Li Yang, who was reading by the window.
Her beautiful eyes shone with admiration.
She felt more and more that following such a boss was the right choice.
Although she didn't know what exactly the desire Li Yang spoke of was.
Yang Xiao kept his head down, diligently tidying up the bar counter.
The door was pushed open, and slow-paced footsteps could be heard.
Yang Xiao looked up and said with a smile:
"Sorry, we're closed."
The visitor was an elderly man who appeared to be over eighty, frail and weak, with almost no hair left.
He was wearing a hospital gown, with an old coat over it, and a catheter attached to his abdomen.
Yang Xiao recognized the old man's appearance, and his smile froze!
This is... this is...
Why would this old man be here!
The old man struggled to reach the bar, breathing heavily.
