Get Out

"It's okay!"

Wang Xian shook his head to Manager Huang, who came in and checked on him. Then he turned to look at the middle-aged lady and her daughter. With a cold voice, he said, "The first-grade Restaurant is my restaurant. What's wrong with my customers carrying a bag when they are dining in my restaurant? Tell me who forbid the bag to be carried here?"

"You know it very well yourself if your daughter is ill-mannered. She was spoilt by you. But I'm telling you this. You can pamper your daughter, but others will not! So, don't boss people around. No one is giving in to you here. If you have a temper, I'll beat you till your temper is gone."

Wang Xian looked at Manager Huang impatiently and said, "Throw the three of them out. I get annoyed when I see them."

"Yes, Director Wang!" Manager Huang nodded his head and looked at the three of them. In a cold tone, he said, "Please leave the First-grade Restaurant. Otherwise, we'll chase you out personally."