Tian Xiaomi was momentarily stunned.
This President Zhu, why is he so... so...
The manager didn't dare say much, quickly switching to the "most dazzling national style" song.
Tian Xiaomi worked hard, swaying her hips.
Zhu Dajun couldn't stop grinning.
It's indeed a good sight.
He didn't have the respect that fans had for Tian Xiaomi; in his eyes, she was just a higher-priced commodity.
But that price meant nothing to Zhu Dajun.
Just as he was about to drink, someone knocked on the private room door.
Tian Xiaomi's eyes showed displeasure.
It's already embarrassing enough for a popular actress to be fawning in a nightclub.
And now someone dares to interrupt?
Zhu Dajun's face turned sour too; who could be so blind, not seeing that Old Zhu was getting into the mood?
The person outside knocked twice, then barged in regardless of the occupants' consent.
It was a young man with white hair, called Mad Wolf, a trusted aide of Zhu Dajun and also a sworn brother.
