"My fellow sirs, I am truly sorry, but this private room has indeed been reserved by another guest," persisted the shopkeeper. Although he could see that this group's attitude was headstrong, the problem was that he absolutely also could not afford to offend Fu Chengyu's group, thus he could only bite the bullet and say what he had to.
"Who reserved it? Let him come over and meet me," said the young man as he waved his hand. His attitude and tone was as if Jing Hua Restaurant was run by his family.
