The man turned around, his previously smiling eyes instantly filled with malevolence, creating a very cold aura.
He pushed open the door to the lounge and saw a man held at knifepoint by Meiying, unable to move.
Rong Shaoze's sinister gaze swept over him, landing on Xiaotian.
"He's fine," Meiying said indifferently.
The man sighed in relief, stepping forward to pick up the child. Xiaotian giggled in his arms, completely oblivious to the danger that had just transpired.
An injector lay on the floor, containing a bit of transparent liquid—it was clear that it wasn't something good.
Rong Shaoze held onto the child, but his formidable presence remained undiminished.
"Speak, who sent you here?" he asked coldly.
The waiter's face showed no fear; he sneered, "Even if you kill me, I won't say a word."
Rong Shaoze's lips curled slightly, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty malice.
