Zhang Qingfan and Xu Han exchanged a glance with wry smiles on their faces. They dared not interrupt, lest Yunxiao called them rubbish as well, which was no different from bringing shame on themselves!
Just then, Yunxiao suddenly gave Xu Han a charming smile. "Hehe! President Xu, the thing you said just now...about the arrangement of waitresses...Hehe! We'll do it next time, alright? Don't forget!"
Xu Han, "..."
Yunxiao then stood up and walked to the wall before pulling out the black iron sword. The entire blade was completely black, without any luster or sharpness, making it look just like a big iron bar that was anything but outstanding.
But by this time, Jia Rong had learned his lesson, so he did not dare to say anything and just stood behind Yunxiao carefully while waiting on him.
