"Could it be that Manager Zhan had polio as a child? Otherwise, why are his hands and feet so clumsy!"
Zhan Xing, who was feeling proud just moments ago,
now had a somber expression.
A fire of anger was building in his heart.
"You worthless trainee waiter, just someone from the bottom of society, daring to provoke me. You'll die a horrible death."
Zhan Xing never expected that this guy, whom he saw as nothing but a poor worker,
would not only ruin his plans
but also have the gall to speak disrespectfully.
How could Zhan Xing tolerate that?
"Damn it, Zhan Xing, you idiot, what are you doing? The wine for Young Master Ding hasn't arrived yet?"
Just as Zhan Xing was about to make a move on Ye Qingfeng,
a voice full of curses erupted from the No.1 table.
This person had fierce brows and angry eyes,
with a tattoo on his hand, unmistakably a wolf's head.
Upon hearing this angry voice, Zhan Xing wasn't angry at all.
Instead, he wore a smile on his face.
