"Why isn't this one as good as your earlier songs?"
"Never mind. It's fine. Go on."
Lin Chu said with a smile, offering a couple of perfunctory claps before getting up and heading for the door.
Bai Weiwei: ...!
'He's not even human!'
His behavior was like forcing himself on someone, then demanding they enjoy it.
For a moment, she wondered if Lin Chu had come just to cause trouble.
'But no, that probably wasn't it.'
'Just a very flashy, very flippant customer!'
'Hmph!'
Watching Lin Chu's retreating back, she fought the urge to smash her guitar over his head and clenched her jaw.
Lin Chu walked out of the little bar and paid the bill at the front desk. It wasn't much, just under three thousand yuan. Since he had offered to cover the tab, the front desk would naturally refund the other guests' prepaid fees.
"What was that all about?"
The receptionist, who had seen what just happened, asked with a hint of exasperation.
'Was it fun, putting on an act like that?'
