At His Beck and Call
Xue Wei's narrowed eyes flashed with a bit of coldness. "Where is your manager?" he asked, not willing to let it go.
Had it been a small amount, then it would be fair, but this waiter was clearly looking for trouble, and he was not someone easy to bully.
Xue Wei sneered when he saw the slight hesitation in the eyes of the waiter, but he quickly put up an unbending front.
Xue Wei had experienced this more than once, even back in Yan Dalu a waiter had done the same to him, and now it seemed that he was easy to bully just because he was an unfamiliar face.
Before he had the time to do anything, a figure came rushing through the streets and walked straight towards the restaurant.
His clothes were made from the most outstanding cloud silk, something that came from a primordial beast.
Most people, such as Xue Wei and his friends, were wearing the cheaper version made from materials from fierce beasts.