"Yes, Miss." A Yong nodded respectfully.
Before long, A Yong drove a Rolls-Royce Phantom, bringing Feng Shu to the entrance of Haixing Bar.
"Miss? Why have you come personally?"
As soon as Feng Shu got out of the car, the bar owner, Hong Guofang, hurried over from the door with a respectful smile.
"Someone is causing trouble in the bar, and as the owner, you're turning a deaf ear?"
Feng Shu spoke lightly and then walked into the bar with elegant steps, wearing a pair of black high heels.
"Miss, our place is the largest bar in all of Fucheng, a mix of all sorts of people, so it's quite normal for some small troubles to occur. As long as they don't affect our business, we can just turn a blind eye and compensate where necessary."
Hong Guofang carefully followed behind Feng Shu, grinning fawningly.
Before long, Feng Shu reached the door of the private room where Su Ming and his group were located.
