"Young Master You, please calm down! It's my fault!"
At this moment, Mao Feng's face crumpled like a sheet of paper, nodding and bowing as he spoke.
"Hurry up and bring me the food!"
"Okay, okay."
After Zhang You glared at Mao Feng, he reprimanded him angrily. Mao Feng hurriedly dashed to place the food in front of him on the table.
Zhang You opened the bag and inspected its contents, his expression suddenly changing as he turned around to ask curiously.
"Didn't I tell you to buy me some premium fruit? What? Did you forget?"
At this point, Zhang You's assistant Mao Feng's legs were already starting to tremble, unsure of how to explain.
Seeing Zhang You's cold demeanor, Mao Feng felt a chilling aura approaching him, twitching his lips nervously as he spoke.
"Young Master You, it wasn't that I forgot, but they wouldn't sell me the fruit!"
"Bang!"
"What? Who dares to be so bold, refusing to sell me fruit?"
