At this moment, inside the main hall of the teahouse, the old man's face was full of rage. He was so angry that his previously meticulously combed hair was bristling. If he was not trying to maintain his esteemed demeanor, he would have already gone up to the waiter and beaten him up.
To think that the waiter's scams ended up targeting him! Didn't the punk know that he was an ancestral master in the world of deceit?
"I don't care who your boss is, tell him to get out here. This old man has never heard of whats-her-face Noble Consort Mu!"
The waiter examined the old man from top to bottom before shouting to the crowd in the main hall, "Whose old man is this? Hurry up and take him away! He actually dared to claim our eldest young master is swindling; he's simply tired of living! If you don't take him away, don't blame me for not respecting the elderly!"
Everyone surrounding them was sighing, looking at the old man with sympathetic gazes.
