"Which son of a bitch is spreading these rumors?! Get out here and face me!"
Xu Qian slammed his folded fan on the table with a POUND POUND POUND. 'How infuriating!' he thought.
'How could the proprietress who came up with a poetry contest for her restaurant be the kind of person they're making her out to be? Are they trying to insult my intelligence?'
'A restaurant I favor could never have an owner like that!'
Compared to the clamor from the crowd outside, Xu Qian's outburst had little effect.
However, it did make Xie Ruijing, who was sitting right next to him, twitch his lips uncontrollably again.
'Xie Ruijing now felt an impulse. Once today was over, he was definitely going to hire someone to throw a sack over this guy's head and beat him to a pulp.'
'How does he manage to land a perfect insult on my head with every single sentence?'
Xie Ruijing was fuming, but he had to keep a nonchalant expression on his face.
