"Sure, Mosquito Bro, follow me!"
The chubby man twisted his body and prepared to leave the sales hall with Xiao Yifei, just as two security guards who had taken Zhao Lei to the restroom were dragging him back. There was some water on Zhao Lei's mouth, and he looked utterly disoriented.
"What happened?"
The chubby man turned around and looked at Zhao Lei, smiling as he spoke.
"Boss, he said he's full..."
A guard nearby scratched his head, saying somewhat awkwardly.
After hearing this, Zhao Lei suddenly raised his head and cried out to Xiao Yifei, "Big brother! Sir! I've eaten, I've eaten a lot, please let me go..."
Upon hearing Zhao Lei's words, Xiao Yifei couldn't help but shake his head and walked away.
If Zhao Lei had stuck to his guns, Xiao Yifei might have thought more highly of him, but, to Xiao Yifei's surprise, in his panic, Zhao Lei abandoned even his own dignity. Such a shameful lowlife wasn't worth another glance from Xiao Yifei.