Miyamoto San'ichi!
Upon hearing these four words, Cheng Junjun and his companion in the corner suddenly changed their expressions drastically and turned their heads sharply.
Zhao Mengke, on the other hand, looked puzzled at Qin Hao. How did Qin Hao know the male waiter's name? Could it be—they were lovers before?
Zhao Mengke weakly glanced at Qin Hao, then at the male waiter, and had already conjured up a forbidden romance in her mind, inexplicably moved to tears.
"Sir, are you calling me?"
The male waiter looked at Qin Hao in astonishment and said, "My name is not Miyamoto San'ichi."
"Of course, I know you're not called Miyamoto San'ichi." Qin Hao nodded and then said, "Now you have two paths: first, replace my coffee and I can pretend nothing happened. Second, declare war on me."
"Sir, I really don't understand what you mean." The male waiter asked with a confused expression.
