"Nicole, someone is looking for you."
Wei Zhijuan was bringing the wine for the guests. She calculated that even though she had lost more than four thousand yuan this month, the liquor still sold well and her final salary, after deducting the four thousand yuan, should still be more than five thousand. Previously, she had earned a little over six thousand yuan every month, but this month she earned nearly nine thousand yuan.
When she heard the cashier's voice, she walked over with a smile. "Who is looking for me? Is it an old customer who came in for a drink and asked me to deliver it?"
The young man at the register looked at her vaguely, then pointed to a private lounge surrounded by smoke and light. "Over there. It seems to be your boyfriend because he has a picture of the two of you together."
"Huh?" Wei Zhijuan's gaze immediately straightened. "When did I ever have a boyfrie -"