After Gao Yanchen said this, the man sitting behind the counter slowly lifted his head.
The man's features were well-defined and his expression was cold. His thin lips were pursed tightly and exuding a chill. His sharp eyes swept across the room, and an invisible killing intent surged over, causing Gao Yanchen to tense up as a chill crept up his spine.
He had been pampered by Elder Gao since he was young and developed a lawless personality.
Even when facing a vicious murderer, he was not afraid at all. However, for some reason, this person in front of him made fear rise from the bottom of his heart.
This person was definitely not related to the so-called "little gigolo."
Just as Gao Yanchen thought this, he saw the man's gaze gently sweep across his red hair. Immediately, the coldness faded a little. Only when the pressure was not as strong did he feel his breathing become smoother.
