The waiter was scared out of his wits. When he saw Chu lui's gloomy eyes, the strength in his legs seemed to have been sucked away, and he fell limply to the ground. This restaurant's expenses were very high, and those who could afford to dine here were not ordinary people. This kind of people did not lack money, especially the man in front of him. He was dressed in a suit and had an imposing aura. No matter how one looked at him, he was a successful person. How could such a person understand this so easily? Almost all of the soup had spilled on the man's back, making a large area of his back wet. It was not obvious from his clothes, but the waiter knew that the man's back was badly scalded. Even if he had to pay, he did not have that much money to pay the man. But what if the man did not want money?
When the restaurant manager heard that, he rushed over. When he saw Chu lui, his heart fell into an icy Lake. He was frostbitten.