Ye Chenxi's gaze darkened, hostility enveloping him. He pushed himself off the bar with his hands and leapt over, grabbing the bartender's neck and shouting, "Tang Wanjun is my uncle."
He mentioned Tang Wanjun because this bar was under his name.
Now he's in a hurry to find someone, doesn't want to waste time as every delay might add to Rong Xiaoqian's danger.
Therefore, he needed to act quickly and decisively.
Tang, Tang Wanjun?
The bartender gasped, turning pale with fright, quickly saying, "So it's the young master, no need to worry, I'll get the person in charge right away."
Ye Chenxi pushed him away, snapping coldly, "Hurry up."
The frightened bartender rushed to find someone, while Ye Chenxi went directly to turn off the music in the bar.
Tang Fei had been following him, confused as to why he suddenly said, Tang Wanjun is my uncle.
Does their search for someone have anything to do with his uncle?
