The middle-aged man was about 50 years old, with a big belly and a weak face. He was probably drunk and lustful.
The young man, on the other hand, had an imposing appearance. Every step he took was accompanied by the wind.
Zhao Zishan laughed along and bowed again to send him off, " don't worry, young master Liu. I'll be waiting for you two.
When he raised his head and turned around to return to the restaurant to pack his things, he ran into Xia qingchen.
Their eyes met, and Zhao Zishan's eyes flashed with a hint of unnaturalness.
After all, he had a noble and virtuous image at home.
At this moment, he had a flattering look on his face, totally losing his image.
However, he quickly regained his composure and returned to his usual high and mighty appearance. He calmly swept a glance at Xia qingchen and the two people beside him and frowned. "The Clearwater restaurant is such an expensive place. How can you afford it?"
