The manager on duty understood and said, "Please wait!" Then he respectfully took two steps back, turned around and left.

Sang Tianen took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag and was about to smoke one when the door of the private room was pushed open. Zhou Feiyu, dressed in a women's suit, walked towards her, with a hint of coldness in her narrow eyes.

Seeing that she was dressed quite seriously and had a sullen face, Sang Tianen asked curiously, "What's going on? Why do you look so grim?"

Zhou Feiyu took off her coat, sat down next to her, and said coldly, "Nothing."

Sang Tianen thought she was still worried about the game company and consoled her, "Don't worry too much about the company. Starting a business is like that. You'll encounter all kinds of problems. Sometimes it's quite troublesome, and you might even lose everything."

"However, this is also a valuable experience in your life. When you look back on it when you are older, your mind won't be blank and feel that you have lived in vain."

“You don’t necessarily have to have a result when doing things. Sometimes it’s enough to just savor the process.”

Zhou Feiyu listened quietly to her words, which at first sounded quite reasonable but were actually of no use at all. Then she slowly raised one corner of her mouth and said, "You really should become a spiritual master."

"I'll just take it as a compliment." Sang Tianen ignored her ridicule and laughed shamelessly.

Perhaps because they were both in a bad mood, they each lit a cigarette and began to smoke in silence. The box was soon filled with smoke, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing and dull.

After smoking half a cigarette, Sang Tianen spoke first: "I'm going to be a bad guy for once."

Zhou Feiyu frowned at this incoherent sentence. She looked at her in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sang Tianen's eyes were a little blank, and he sighed: "Nothing, I just feel that my mood has changed recently."

"What do you want to say?" Zhou Feiyu frowned even more. "If you encounter any problems, I can help you."

Sang Tianen's expression suddenly changed, and he burst into laughter, winking cunningly at Zhou Feiyu: "What else could I be doing? Didn't it seem like that just now?"

Zhou Feiyu pursed her lips, feeling a little uneasy. Just as she was about to ask something else, the door of the box opened, and the manager on duty came in with a waiter pushing a small food cart, followed by two very handsome young boys.

"Ms. Zhou, Ms. Sang." The manager on duty looked at the two and pointed at the boys, introducing them. "This one is A Jian, and this one is A Feng. I wonder if you two are satisfied."

Sang Tianen picked up a bottle of beer brought by the waiter and took a sip, looking up and down at the boy with short black hair named Afeng.

The boy has fair skin, an oval face, delicate features, and is wearing a ginger shirt and light grey trousers. He looks both handsome and gentle.

She waved to Afeng and said, "Come here."

Afeng smiled faintly, with dimples faintly visible at the corners of his mouth. He walked obediently to Sang Tianen and sat down, while the boy named Ajian walked towards Zhou Feiyu.

After the duty manager and the waiter left, Sang Tianen leaned sideways on the sofa and asked lazily, "Have you ever been to college?"

The boy blinked his thick eyelashes and whispered, "I graduated from Chaoyang University."

"Oh?" Sang Tianen raised an eyebrow and moved closer to the boy as if he was interested. "What a coincidence! My brother also attends Chaoyang University. What's your major?"

The boy pursed his lips nervously and said, "Textile Engineering."

"This major has good employment prospects. Why did you think of working in the service industry?" Sang Tianen chatted with him like an elder.

The boy bit his lip lightly and said embarrassedly, "My mother likes gambling. She lost all the money in the family and even owed some foreign debts. My father was so anxious about this that he had a stroke, so I..."

As the boy spoke, his voice choked up, tears welled up in his eyes, and he looked so pitiful.

Sang Tianen showed sympathy in his eyes and sighed, "What a poor little thing." He took out a tissue and handed it to him.

The boy took it, wiped his eyes, and said sadly, "Thank you, it's nothing, it was really hard at first, but you get used to it after a while."

"How long have you been working here?" Sang Tianen asked, his eyes lightly sweeping across the watch on the boy's wrist.

"It's been more than a year." The boy said softly, clutching the tear-soaked tissue in his hand.

"Have all the family's foreign debts been paid off?" Sang Tianen asked.

The boy shook his head slowly, gave a wry smile and said, "There is still more than two million, and I don't know when I can pay it off." Then he wiped his tears again.

Sang Tianen stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and pressed a red button on the coffee table. The boy, who had been crying, froze and stammered, "What's wrong, sister?"

"Nothing, I just want someone else to drink with me."

A trace of panic flashed across the boy's pretty face, tears streaming down his face. "Did I do something wrong to make my sister annoyed?"

"No, you did a good job, but it's not to my taste." Sang Tianen said gently, then took out his wallet, pulled out a red bill and handed it to him, "Thank you for your hard work!"

The manager on duty quickly came over and asked, "Is there anything you two need?"

"Let's change someone. I want a male public relations guy who looks gentle and considerate, has a soft personality, and has a strong sense of being a husband." Sang Tianen directly told the manager his request, "It doesn't matter if he's a little older, but of course not too old."

A hint of doubt flashed across the eyes of the manager on duty, but he quickly regained his professional look: "Okay, please wait." After saying that, he winked at Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng held the red bill in his hand and looked back at Sang Tianen reluctantly several times before he was willing to leave.

Zhou Feiyu looked at her strangely and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Nothing." Sang Tianen took out another cigarette, lit it, and started smoking. "You have so many ex-boyfriends. Do you have any young men with this kind of personality? Can you introduce them to me?"

Zhou Feiyu had no idea what she was up to, but she figured it wasn't a good thing. She pursed her lips and said, "No, you know my taste."

"Honestly, among all your ex-boyfriends, is there any one you've ever fallen in love with?" Sang Tianen followed up her question.

Zhou Feiyu's expression paused, she lowered her eyes, and said in a slightly cold tone: "No!"

Little Jian next to her very tactfully poured a glass of wine and handed it to her.