Robert hadn't expected this brain‑dead manager to say that. Wasn't that basically tearing him down right in front of Ye Chen?
He swung his hand back and gave the manager another slap, clearly louder than the last one.
Everyone who heard the sound felt their own faces ache.
After two slaps, the manager's face was swollen like a pig's head.
"Daddy, look, a pig head."
The little girl pointed at the manager's face and laughed.
The middle‑aged man hurriedly put a finger to his lips, signaling his daughter to stop talking.
The manager, treated like this, didn't dare say a word despite his anger.
He really didn't dare provoke Boss Robert; that guy was vicious.
"I'm talking to Mr. Ye. Who do you think you are to butt in?"
Robert glared fiercely at the manager.
The manager shrank his neck in fear.
Ye Chen had been standing off to the side the whole time, watching like it was a show.
The waiters all knew the manager and Robert were very close.
