Lai Jingshan put down his wine glass, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Second Brother, what's going on?"
"Wasn't it your order?"
"How could it be, I just..."
"Call your manager." Li Wanshan suddenly interrupted, his gaze sweeping towards the girl beside him.
The girl shook her head, carefully picked up his wine glass, and whispered, "Sir, please feel free to tell me if there's anything unsatisfactory, but please don't tell the manager, he's very fierce."
"We'll be fined."
"Wasn't I clear enough?"
"Forget it, forget it." Lai Jingshan replied with some sympathy, and pulled four hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and placed them at the corner of the table, "We're just here for a drink, we don't need any extra services."
He thought of his wife, Third Aunt Lai, who had also flattered him time and again for the sake of the family's livelihood.
