Contribution Tickets in the Shelter

In the bright corridor, Bai Sifei left with a worried expression, while Shen Liansheng watched his hurried figure, stroked his goatee, and smirked. His assistant, Song Reng, respectfully followed beside him. When Bai Sifei disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Song Reng asked in a low voice, "Boss, did Mr. Shen agree to the request of that young pretty boy?"

Shen Liansheng glanced disapprovingly at him. "Can my niece escape from the palm of my hand?"

Song Reng hurriedly piled on flattery. "Of course not, of course not... Boss, you're always right, never missing a beat. There must be a thousand ways to make Mr. Shen obediently follow your orders. I misspoke, I misspoke."