Jiang Ning was a civilized man. Even after resorting to violence, he had kept the restaurant neat and tidy. Only the dejected man lay on the floor, wheezing for breath with his face covered in snot and tears.
Part of the force from that kick had struck his lungs, throwing his breathing into disarray.
The man in the suit froze. What the hell? He was the debt collector, yet he had not even made a move! Xue Yuantong whispered, "He got beaten into crying."
Jiang Ning was unsurprised. "Who knew he'd be so fragile?"
Jiang Ning stopped looking at the man on the floor and called out as casually as ever, "Boss, we'd like to order."
The shop owner, who was serving as the waitress, looked at the floor, then at the man in the suit, before finally bringing over the menu.
A moment ago, Jiang Yanan had still been persuading Dong Qingfeng to let it go. Yet before Dong Qingfeng had fully calmed down, the dejected man was already on the ground.
Shen Qing'e could not understand it. They're still eating?
When Dong Qingfeng had clashed with the man earlier, Shen Qing'e had secretly decided that they should leave at once, even though they had not finished their meal. She had been afraid that more trouble would arise.
Then she reconsidered. That was true—the trouble was gone now. It had been dealt with...
Jiang Ning picked a bright, open table and casually marked dishes on the menu with a pen. Xue Yuantong squeezed in beside him to act as his dining advisor.
It was as if the violence just now had been nothing more than an everyday occurrence.
Meng Ziyun looked at Jiang Ning and found him inexplicably dashing and at ease.
She had only seen that sort of