That man looked disdainfully at Ella Adams, and still sat arrogantly in his seat, with one leg crossed high over the other, saying, "I want to see your boss."
"Hello, I am the boss here." Ella Adams maintained a polite smile and asked softly in the most standard Mandarin, "Excuse me, sir, do you need any help?"
"Boss?" That man looked Ella Adams up and down with a very disdainful gaze, clearly disbelieving that a woman of her young appearance could be the boss here, so he spoke with a somewhat perfunctory tone, "Miss, don't joke around, just you, a boss? More like a little love interest your boss keeps."
"How can you talk like that?" The restaurant manager who was beside Ella Adams whispered a scolding.
"How do I talk? I talk with my mouth, right?" The man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up, and before he even took a puff, Ella Adams's voice came once again, composed and polite, "I'm sorry, sir, our restaurant is non-smoking."