After sending Du Han away, Meng Chi came to the bar's hall and saw Wang Yue and his crew cleaning up the shattered space. He greeted Wang Yue before turning and entering a private room.
"Is he gone?"
"Yes." Meng Chi lightly closed the door and turned to look at the young man.
At this moment, the young man had already removed his mask. The colorful LEDs had turned into a cold white LED light, exposing his delicate face under the light, causing anyone who saw it to gasp.
His cold starry eyes emitted a faint starry glow, staring fixedly at the golden mask spinning in his hand. The cold light occasionally swept across the boy's face, making his already expressionless face even more striking.
"What's wrong?" The golden mask in Bi Xia's hand stopped spinning as he turned his eyes to Meng Chi standing beside him. "Any problem?"
Meng Chi hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Boss, I don't understand why you want to keep Du Han."
