1130: His Other Identity (2)

His Other Identity (2)

Yin Shaojie laughed instead. In a teasing voice, he said, "You've discovered me!"2

No one had ever met his gaze so calmly, especially not a commoner.

This could only mean that he wasn't an ordinary person.

However, the waiter still did not react, as if he hadn't heard his words.

"Who are you?" Yin Shaojie reached out suddenly and grabbed the shoulder of the waiter.

The waiter was stunned. Lowering his head, he said timidly, "Sir, what are you talking about?"

Yin Shaojie laughed a little mockingly as he said, "Your acting skills really suck, do you know that? Or are you… doing this deliberately? Are you afraid that I can't tell?"

The attendant paused for less than a second before choosing to continue his act. Playing innocent, he said, "Sir, I really don't know what you're talking about. Would you like any other service?"

"Service? I need it!"

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, "So, sir, what kind of service would you like?"

Yin Shaojie placed both his feet onto the coffee table. "My legs are a little numb. Massage them for me."

The waiter paused for two seconds. He looked awkward as he apologized, "Sorry, sir. Our hotel doesn't provide such services…"

"Don't be dirty-minded. I don't want that kind of service. I only want you to help me massage my legs. It's as simple as that. You don't want to help a guest whose feet are numb? Looks like I have to call up the manager for your lousy attitude," Yin Shaojie said, grinning.

The waiter hesitated for a while before reaching for Yin Shaojie's 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, "Use more strength, no, move up a little. Are you a man? Can't you use more strength?"

"Yes, sir," If one listened to his words closely, they would have hear him gnashing his teeth.

"Do the soles of my feet, too," Yin Shaojie said as he opened one eye.

The attendant stopped his movements and didn't continue.

Yin Shaojie opened his eyes and leaned his handsome face forward. Staring at him, he said, "Continue. Why are you stopping? Your disguise is pretty good. It's a pity you can't fool me."

The waiter finally dropped his act and pushed Yin Shaojie's legs away with a slap.

He sat on the coffee table ostentatiously. Meeting Yin Shaojie's eyes, he laughed as he said confidently, "Isn't it because I didn't have time to prepare? If I had, you wouldn't have been able to tell."

Yin Shaojie leaned back and looked at him as he asked, "Who are you?"

"Guess." The other party laughed delightedly as he shook a finger at him. "If you can't get it right you'll have to promise me something."

Promise him something?

His words reminded him of Feng Tianqi.

However, he didn't think that Feng Tianqi was capable of something like this.

Yin Shaojie narrowed his eyes. His dark eyes stared at the other person's face as he examined it thoroughly, his intelligent brain processing what he was seeing.

"Someone who loves to play with disguises, and who's coincidentally in New York right now. You're-"

The other person smiled as he waited for his answer.

Suddenly Mu Xiaoxiao shrieked from the bathroom.

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