Jiang Xinghai and Leng Ning exchanged a look, and both saw the annoyance in each other's eyes.
"Young Master Sun, Young Master Schmuck, whatever. Why should we give him our seats?" Jiang Xinghai said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"Sir, please keep your voice down," the waitress in the qipao said, her tone still polite. "It's fine if you don't know who Young Master Sun is, but you should watch what you say. If anyone hears you being disrespectful and word gets out, you might not live to see tomorrow."
"So, from the looks of it, if we don't move, you're planning to throw us out?" Jiang Xinghai asked coldly.
Seeing that Jiang Xinghai was refusing to play along, the waitress frowned. "I suggest you know what's good for you. Otherwise, it won't be a simple matter of just getting thrown out."
As she spoke, she glanced at the time. "Hurry it up. Young Master Sun will be here in five minutes, tops!"
