Ye Jinwen watched Mo Nie testing his luck on the brink of disaster and quickly covered his mouth.
It wasn't Mo Nie's fault that the big shot was too low-profile. They even called the restaurant owner to their table in front of Lu Mian!
"Bro, you might want to ease up on the comments. Do you think F Continent is too close or something?"
Mo Nie's hand, which was pouring water, stiffened, and he fell silent, crestfallen.
Being dispatched to F Continent was already an act of extraordinary grace from the Family Head. Although he didn't want to go, he knew it was his only chance to redeem himself.
F Continent was quite alright. It couldn't get any farther…
Lu Mian was unaware of what had transpired here, the pen in her hand became lively, twirling spectacularly as she propped her other hand on the table, "If this gentleman is heading to Africa today, order more dishes. Consider it a farewell treat from me."
