Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yin Shaojie laughed instead. In a teasing voice, he said, âYouâve discovered me!â
No one had ever met his gaze so calmly, especially not a commoner.
This could only mean that he wasnât an ordinary person.
However, the waiter still did not react, as if he hadnât heard his words.
âWho are you?â Yin Shaojie reached out suddenly and grabbed the shoulder of the waiter.
The waiter was stunned. Lowering his head, he said timidly, âSir, what are you talking about?â
Yin Shaojie laughed a little mockingly as he said, âYour acting skills really suck, do you know that? Or are you⦠doing this deliberately? Are you afraid that I canât tell?â
The attendant paused for less than a second before choosing to continue his act. Playing innocent, he said, âSir, I really donât know what youâre talking about. Would you like any other service?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âService? I need it!â
Yin Shaojie looked around. He sat on the sofa and placed his hands behind his head like a master.
The waiter turned around. Bowing slightly, he asked, âSo, sir, what kind of service would you like?â
Yin Shaojie placed both his feet onto the coffee table. âMy legs are a little numb. Massage them for me.â
The waiter paused for two seconds. He looked awkward as he apologized, âSorry, sir. Our hotel doesnât provide such servicesâ¦â
âDonât be dirty-minded. I donât want that kind of service. I only want you to help me massage my legs. Itâs as simple as that. You donât want to help a guest whose feet are numb? Looks like I have to call up the manager for your lousy attitude,â Yin Shaojie said, grinning.
The waiter hesitated for a while before reaching for Yin Shaojieâs long legs.
He paused for two seconds before starting his massage.
Yin Shaojie looked as though he were enjoying himself. He lifted his head, closed his eyes, and ordered, âUse more strength, no, move up a little. Are you a man? Canât you use more strength?â
âYes, sir,â If one listened to his words closely, they would have hear him gnashing his teeth.
âDo the soles of my feet, too,â Yin Shaojie said as he opened one eye.
The attendant stopped his movements and didnât continue.
Yin Shaojie opened his eyes and leaned his handsome face forward. Staring at him, he said, âContinue. Why are you stopping? Your disguise is pretty good. Itâs a pity you canât fool me.â
The waiter finally dropped his act and pushed Yin Shaojieâs legs away with a slap.
He sat on the coffee table ostentatiously. Meeting Yin Shaojieâs eyes, he laughed as he said confidently, âIsnât it because I didnât have time to prepare? If I had, you wouldnât have been able to tell.â
Yin Shaojie leaned back and looked at him as he asked, âWho are you?â
âGuess.â The other party laughed delightedly as he shook a finger at him. âIf you canât get it right youâll have to promise me something.â
Promise him something?
His words reminded him of Feng Tianqi.
However, he didnât think that Feng Tianqi was capable of something like this.
Yin Shaojie narrowed his eyes. His dark eyes stared at the other personâs face as he examined it thoroughly, his intelligent brain processing what he was seeing.
âSomeone who loves to play with disguises, and whoâs coincidentally in New York right now. Youâre-â
The other person smiled as he waited for his answer.
Suddenly Mu Xiaoxiao shrieked from the bathroom.