He turned around, casually took out five hundred yuan, and handed it to the waiter, expressing his apologies.
"I'm sorry for the trouble."
"I'm acquainted with this Miss. We're just talking, that shouldn't count as harassment, right?"
The waiter took the money, nodded, and looked at Yang Fei with difficulty.
"But, this gentleman..."
Young Master Wu good-naturedly patted his shoulder and led him away.
"It's just a little misunderstanding, you don't need to interfere."
The waiter nodded, didn't dare to look at Yang Fei, and backed away.
Young Master Wu turned around, his face that had been like a breath of spring suddenly darkened.
"Sir, don't you think your manner of speaking and eating doesn't fit with such a high-class restaurant?"
"If we're talking about harassment, it's you who've been harassing everyone here."
He said this so directly that Chen Ke, who had been hesitating, also began to get a bit angry.
"Sir, please speak more politely."
