"All right, Manager Zhou, you can go down now!"
Shen Yubai waved his hand at the hotel manager, who was bending over, waiting on the side.
The business of Jingyu Hotel had always been good, and since I had made a last-minute arrangement, I wouldn't blame the hotel manager for the minor oversight in his work.
"Whew... Yes, Young Master Shen!"
The hotel manager let out a sigh of relief, closed the private room door, and walked out.
"Brother Qin, I'm so sorry for this fuss! I'll punish myself with three drinks later!"
Shen Yubai said to Qin Yu with a slight apology in his tone.
"Xiao Bai, are you punishing yourself? With the good wine from your own home, you just want to drink a few more glasses, don't you?"
Qin Yu teased.
Although I haven't known Shen Yubai for a long time, he was one of the few cheery and upright rich second-generation guys I had come across.