For the first time, Li Beijue tried to help someone catch their breath, his patting hand alternating between gentle and firm, unable to control the force. He was initially a bit stifled, but now, seeing Enen's pale little face, all he felt was regret.
The Restaurant Manager, who had been waiting at the doorway, ran up to meet them as he saw them approaching, nodding and bowing, "Young Master Li, you've arrived."
"I haven't come, you're seeing a ghost?"
The Pitiful Manager had hit the muzzle just now and was scolded; still unable to figure it out, he could only offer a forced smile, "Young Master Li is really humorous, ha ha ha."
Li Beijue was by no means as indulgent with him as he was with Chi Enen. His falcon-like eyes swept over him coldly, and the Manager's forced smile could hardly stay on his face. A layer of fine sweat broke out his forehead, utterly at a loss as to how he had offended this important figure.
