Ne-Yo had everything arranged by a receptionist, naturally including his own personal rest room.
"Ne-Yo, this is your personal rest room. If there's anything else you need, you can find me anytime."
"Okay, the room is great, no problems." Ne-Yo looked at the young girl attending to him, smiling with artificial kindness, his voice sincere and tender, "You've really gone to a lot of trouble."
"No... not at all." The young girl blushed with embarrassment at his words, "Then I'll step out now, so as not to disturb you."
"Alright."
Throughout the entire time, Ne-Yo's face was lit up with a gentle smile. However, as soon as the young girl left the room, leaving only Ne-Yo, his agent, and his assistant, his demeanor changed.
Click—
Once the room door was closed, Ne-Yo's smile disappeared, and his expression turned cold.
