The man froze once again, with an enchanting curve at the corner of his lips.
"I never said I was a waiter." He walked over, his breath brushing over her head.
Xia Zhisu abruptly stepped back, staring at him, "But you didn't deny it either!"
"So, are you satisfied with my service tonight? I think you are!" He waved the tip in his hand.
Xia Zhisu smiled slightly, "To be served by Dylan, it's a blessing for three lifetimes! I didn't expect Mr. Dylan's Chinese to be so good!"
"Are you so sure I'm Dylan?"
"Originally, I wasn't sure. I heard Dylan was a fifty-something old man, a black man! But you're clearly not black, and you're very young! You're also quite handsome! Though I don't know much about Weiman, I know well enough that few people can make him bow! Yet he was so respectful to you!"
Xia Zhisu sized him up again.
