The man snapped his fingers and a swarm of employees suddenly appeared at their long table. Her chair was promptly pulled out and their glasses filled. They handed out the menus and then went to stand in a straight line like soldiers as they waited for commands.
Qian Meng watched closely. She felt quite stifled in such situations. She glanced at Mo Qingchen and saw him perfectly at ease. He seemed to be used to this situation.
"You were extremely rude to me and that man just now," she whispered. Her eyes shot fire at that point.
There was an expansive window beside them, giving them a view of the city. Yun Qian Meng and his chairs were nestled tightly beside one another.
Mo Qingchen leaned in close to her. "Untrue," he said calmly. "That man was rude to us, actually. He will regret that decision." The threat in his voice was clear.
Qian Meng looked at the man in question and laughed. "He is beyond terrified of you. I highly doubt he meant to be rude."
