Xue Zhu was a little angry. "Who wants us to leave halfway through the meal? What a joke! Where's your manager? Get your manager here."
Shen Qingfeng rubbed his temples. This was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing. He pulled Xue Zhu and told her not to be rash.
Then, he turned to look at Qiao Nian, planning to smooth things over. "Qiao Nian, are you done eating? Why don't we leave?"
The reason why Shen Qingfeng was so patient was that they were not from the three big families, nor did they have their protection.
They were alone and weak.
Although the Seaview Pavilion was only a restaurant, the boss behind it seemed to be an impressive figure.
He did not want to have a conflict with such a person over a small matter.
Therefore, when the waiter bullied him, Shen Qingfeng habitually endured it.
"Who wants to leave? I'm not leaving!" Xue Zhu shouted angrily.
Shen Qingfeng reminded her, "This is the Independent Continent. Bear with it."
Xue Zhu's fair face and eyes instantly turned red from anger. Enduring it, she turned her head away, no longer making a fuss about wanting to see the manager.
A hint of disdain appeared in the waiter's sharp eyes. Her smile did not change at all, as if she was sure that they could only suffer in silence. She smiled and said, "Our manager is busy and might not have time to entertain you."
It would have been better if she hadn't said that.
She deliberately mentioned it to mock Xue Zhu.
Xue Zhu was so angry that her lips turned pale. Her hand trembled as she pointed at her. "You—"
At this moment, the sound of a chair scraping against the ground resounded in the private room. Everyone looked at the source of the sound.
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