The middle-aged man paused when he saw Qin Yi and Cong Yang, then disdainfully wrinkled his nose, waving his hand in front of it as if Qin Yi and Cong Yang had some strange smell on them.
However, when he saw the young female service staff, his cloudy old eyes lit up, and he leaned over.
"Hello, Manager Chen!"
The young service staff quickly greeted him and moved aside.
The middle-aged man, his eyes gleaming, stroked his chin as his lecherous eyes roved over the young service staff's figure, then asked in a peculiar tone, "New here?"
The young staff nodded.
"Which floor are you on?"
The young staff hurriedly said, "The top floor."
"No wonder I haven't seen you. Look at your name tag; it's crooked," Manager Chen said, reaching as if to straighten the name tag on her chest.
The young staff instinctively stepped back a few steps because straightening her name tag would inevitably touch her chest.
"Thank you, Manager Chen, I can do it myself."
