Walking at the front was a young man dressed in a fitted white outfit.
He was handsome, with golden hair and golden eyes. His gaze held the arrogance of someone born to stand above others.
His eyes swept across the room and landed almost instantly on Yuanen Yehui.
To be fair, Yue Zhengyu could hardly be blamed.
Yuanen Yehui really was beautiful in women's clothes.
With her short red hair brushing her ears, skin pale as porcelain and jade, and a cool, regal face, she stirred in anyone who saw her an urge to break that composure.
Yue Zhengyu stared at her and dropped into a seat.
"Hey, server. Come here and give me your soul communicator number."
As he spoke, Yue Zhengyu smiled at Yuanen Yehui.
His nose twitched slightly. As he looked at her, his expression suddenly turned strange.
Yuanen Yehui stiffened at his words.
Her face darkened at once, but she turned in silence. She did not argue, only said in a low voice:
"Sorry, that isn't part of my job."
"Then call your manager over."
"I'd like to see what kind of service attitude this is."
Arrogance edged Yue Zhengyu's voice.
Yuanen Yehui clenched her fists.
She turned slightly and saw Li Moxun sitting in the back row, watching her calmly.
Embarrassed that he had seen her like this, Yuanen Yehui lowered her head, then silently headed toward the back.
But before she had taken more than a few steps, Li Moxun stood up.
He knew what would happen next.
The restaurant would be bought, Yuanen Yehui would quit her job, and Yue Zhengyu would use the excuse of judging an Evil Soul Master to try to take her away.
What would happen if he really took her away?
Li Moxun did not know.
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