"Wipe it."
The dust settled.
Jiang Chen offered a tissue.
"Huh."
The Martial Saint, who had just sat back down, snorted disdainfully at Jiang Chen's fake kindness, declined the tissue, and took some from the table to wipe the grease off his face.
Can't blame him.
The girls had already left.
And he didn't even get a single contact.
What a great opportunity, wasted just like that!
The Martial Saint grew increasingly frustrated, grabbing a piece of crispy bone and biting into it forcefully.
"Crunch."
The cook's skills weren't bad; the crispy bone was quite chewy.
"I will tell your sister about your righteous deed tonight; she'll certainly be very pleased."
Jiang Chen retrieved the tissue, absolutely not mocking; regardless of the intention, the boy's act of standing up against injustice was commendable.
However, the Martial Saint clearly misunderstood Boss Jiang's intentions, "Not lending me your phone is one thing, but sowing discord?"
