"If she's your friend, invite her down to chat."
The implication was blunt enough. What could a man and a woman possibly chat about? Nothing but that sort of thing.
"I can't invite her down, if you want to, go and kiss her, she'll come down then." Feng Xi started to talk nonsense.
The old man perked up: "Extraordinary, I like it."
A disgust flashed in Feng Xi's eyes. He was an old man who refused to act his age, playing games with women.
He obviously hadn't looked at his own physical condition.
Sooner or later, he will play himself to death.
The old man let go of Feng Xi and headed upstairs.
Just as he reached the top of the stairs, he was stopped by two men in black: "You can't go up."
Anyone outside the crew was not allowed to set foot in.
"I am a friend of that beauty." The old man pointed at Ye Ranran.
The beauties who frequented the bar were all pleasure seekers, and the old man had a bit of money and often took women from the bar out.