"A bunch of useless idiots, all of you! What use do I have for you?"
In the office on the second floor of the bar, a handsome young man crossed his legs on the desk, cursing at the person on the other end of the phone.
"Second Young Master, you're looking for Little Fairy, but you can't clearly describe what she looks like, it's really hard for us to find her." The person on the other end said with considerable grievance.
Ling Yanchen angrily cursed them again as useless.
He's been searching for that Little Fairy for a long time, several months, but hasn't seen her.
Yesterday, he dreamt of that Little Fairy again—it was heavenly. No other woman has ever haunted him so much, making him itch to find her.
This made him not want to mess around with other women for several days.
Ling Yanchen hung up the phone, looking at the manager who came in excitedly, "Boss, as you instructed, we sent Miss Su Li in, hehe—"
