Halfway through, a noisy clamor suddenly erupted from the entrance.
"I usually reserve this private room, and I must have it today as well! If there are people inside, you better get them out for me!"
"I'm sorry, sir, have a look at this Dong private room; it's also one of the same series. You'll definitely be satisfied." This was the voice of a waiter.
The person at the door seemed to have become physical, and with a loud bang, the waiter screamed, followed by that imperious voice, "Dong? Are you mocking me that I'm all but done for? I want this Chun room, and I'd like to see who's got the guts to snatch my private room."
An Lan heard the voice getting closer and closer, and she lost any desire to eat.
Meanwhile, Huo Zhanting's eyes gathered the storm of an imminent tempest.
