"Master Han? Master Han?" Wen Yadai called out to Yu Yuehan when he did not respond.
With his thoughts disrupted by her voice, Yu Yuehan coldly threw her a look and replied, "Aren't there service staff in the restaurant?"
Wen Yadai: "…"
The icy tone not only stunned Wen Yadai, it also stunned Nian Xiaomu. Seated next to Wen Yadai, Nian Xiaomu turned to look at Yu Yuehan. Seeing his long and black face, she then compared it to Chen Zixin, who was across from her.
One was truly like summer, while the other like winter!
Nian Xiaomu glanced over sympathetically at Wen Yadai. Then, afraid of being implicated by her, Nian Xiaomu clutched the menu and inched toward Chen Zixin.
When Yu Yuehan saw what she was doing, the expression on his face turned even frostier.
His dark eyes gave off a chilly flash as he sat there like an automated air conditioner.