"Please wait, sir, this table-"
"Don’t you see that we need to order? Why would a poor bastard even come into a Western restaurant? He's slow even when ordering," the person cursed.
"I apologize, sir, I’ll be right there." The waitress gave Jiang Chen an apologetic looked as she stuck out her tongue and ran to the other table.
"Is your zodiac a turtle… Honey, what do you want to eat?" The man sitting close by arrogantly criticized the waitress while his expression changed into an "affectionate" one as he eagerly attended to the woman sitting across from him.
Jiang Chen looked at the back of this man in shock, and his expression was rather odd.
Poor bastard? Me?
Then, Jiang Chen looked at Xia Shiyu.
Her expression was rather unnatural, her eyes glued to the lemon water on the table. She seemed scary.
Was he someone she knew?
