"Quick, pay the damn money! Otherwise, the men will leave something behind, and the women... hehe."
Seeing the table full of beautiful girls, the heart of Feng Wan couldn't help but harbor other intentions.
"Fatty, clean up your mouth, or it might not be you who has the last laugh."
Ouyang Jie said with a smiley face.
But everyone could hear the thick displeasure in his tone.
"When we're out having fun, we all want a good time. No one wants to see this kind of thing happen. Besides, you ordered the dishes on your table, right? You're the ones who ate them! Now, after having your fill, you don't want to pay the bill, what the hell kind of logic is that!"
Brandishing a kitchen knife, Feng Wan intimidated everyone: "Poor wretches should just stay at home and behave! Don't fucking go out and make a spectacle of yourself!"
Song Yun's eyes were icy as he spoke indifferently, "Who are you? The owner of this restaurant?"