Brother Tong Cheng, Come Sit With Us

What's that smell?

Did they get the wrong door? Is this place not a restaurant? Is it a toilet instead?

The four of them had yet to prepare their minds when they pushed the door open, so upon smelling the thick stench, they were shocked out of their minds. 

Xuanyuan Xiahui's muscles shivered, and he could not help stepping backward. 

Xuanyuan Xuan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help using her hand to cover her mouth.

Although Mu Liuer was able to bear the smell, her smile had long since disappeared. She begrudgingly checked the invitation in her hand to see if she had gone to the wrong place. 

Manager Chen's face had turned even darker. When he exhaled, green veins emerged on his forehead, making him resemble a barrel of dynamite. 

The onlookers that followed them were startled. Then, their gazes fell on the restaurant. 

They turned their heads and exchanged looks, seeing the awed looks in each other's faces.