"Tap tap tap..."
As Zhang Gui crafted an S-level cocktail, an anxious figure rushed through the corridor on the thirty-third floor of the Hilton Hotel.
"Bang!"
The figure flung open the door of a room, panting, and shouted before even seeing anyone, "Boss! Boss!"
"What's the matter?"
Mu Dan, who was in the study deliberating on the bar's renovations, suddenly heard the door being pushed open. He frowned slightly, looked at the panting man before him, and said, "Zhang Bai, didn't I tell you? You've been by my side for five or six years now; how are you still so jittery?"
"Boss... Boss, it's not... it's..."
Zhang Bai panted, trying to explain, but his anxiety made him fumble.
"Have a sip of water, calm down first."
Seeing this, Mu Dan's frown deepened, but he still got up to pour Zhang Bai a cup of water and handed it to him.
"Thank you, boss!"
