Zhang Qiang heard this, and his earlier suspicions were confirmed, but admitting defeat now would be a blow to his pride.
Moreover, the bill was at least 200,000 yuan, and just the thought of it made him wince!
"You think you can brush it off just like that? No matter who you are, shouldn't you apologize for disturbing others?"
Zhang Qiang's tone weakened slightly, but he still didn't want to compromise.
The waiter looked at Zhang Qiang with a troubled expression, then glanced at Chu Ge, unsure of how to handle the situation.
"Young Master Zhang, how about this, we'll give you a discount, okay?"
The waiter said with a cheerful smile.
Zhang Qiang's face turned even more sour, and he glared at the waiter, scoffing, "What do you mean by that? Are you implying I'm worried about the money? Do I look like I need your discount?"
The waiter's words were like a slap to Zhang Qiang's face, and he glared at him angrily.
