It was all female college students singing, whose eyes widened upon seeing him, "This..."
"Come, come, come, all you girls," the manager noticed that Mo Nanjue surely had his eye on someone there and shouted, "Young Master Jue is in a good mood tonight, feeling high-spirited, came over to have a drink and sing with you, make sure to seize the chance, Young Master Jue doesn't easily enter other's private booths, you're lucky to be at Qianhuan today—"
His words were clear, the female college students were stunned for a few seconds, then reacted quickly, eagerly crowding forward, swarming up to encircle Mo Nanjue, "Young Master Jue..."
Mo Nanjue's hands remained in his pockets, as the girls pushed him to the center of the Italy sofa. He elegantly bent down to sit, raising his eyes, seeing over ten glasses handed to him.
The girls sat around him, each holding a glass, everyone wanting to be the first to toast.
