Before Long Xiliang could speak, Lu Xiaoyou asked, "Is it funny that I don't speak French?"
The waiter said, "After all, the guests who come to our restaurant can all speak French."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chilling draft looming over him.
"Does this restaurant have a rule that only serves guests who can speak French?"
Lu Xiaoyou asked with a smile, causing the waiter to pause and realize he shouldn't have offended a guest who could book a table at Sky Garden.
"Apologize to me," Lu Xiaoyou commanded him.
"Sorry! I really apologize…" Her voice carried an irresistible instruction, and the waiter bowed his head, sweat already beading on his forehead.
"Have your manager come over to take the order," Long Xiliang said indifferently, making the waiter's eyes widen.
How powerful must this guest be to have the manager serve as the waiter?
Long Xiliang looked up, his icy gaze sweeping over the waiter's face, causing the waiter's legs to tremble involuntarily.
