Hearing Jiang Che's magnanimous words, Wang Defa immediately felt as though he had been granted a pardon. The heart lodged in his throat finally dropped back into his chest!
"Alright, alright!"
He kept bowing and scraping before Jiang Che, his face blossoming into a grin.
"Thank you for your generosity, Young Master! You're a living Buddha reincarnated!"
Turning around, Wang Defa immediately barked instructions into his earpiece.
"Kitchen! Make another serving of premium braised shark fin right away! Get it to the distinguished guests at Table Eight as fast as possible!"
After roaring at the kitchen, he shot a fierce glare at the several terrified waiters nearby.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and bring a mop! Clean up this mess on the floor!"
Having arranged everything, Wang Defa gave Jiang Che another deep bow before slipping away in a flurry.
Beside the wrecked dining table, the atmosphere finally eased.
Lin Youchu held the custom-tailored suit, carrying a faint, cool cedar fragrance, in both hands.
The costly, delicate fabric made her feel as though she were holding a branding iron.
She bit her lower lip as if she wanted to speak but couldn't. Like a thief, she furtively raised her head and sneaked a glance at Jiang Che.
By coincidence, Jiang Che's deep gaze was quietly resting on her as well.
The instant their eyes met.
Lin Youchu's heart abruptly skipped a beat!
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her face instantly flushed red. She hurriedly looked away and lowered her little head as far as she could.
This Young Master, who looked so high and mighty...
He didn't seem fierce at all...
Not only had he not flown into a rage like Manager Wang said he would, he had even so gently stepped in to