Behind the large bustling food court.
Ye Qian stood right in front of a lady who was nearly the same age as Grandma Yan who was also staring at him with a gazing look.
"This young one is not the garbage boy who comes regularly, and he also doesn't seem to be one, with his clothes he sure is not."
The woman mumbled in a light voice but Ye Qian was able to hear her words clearly and his lips twitched after hearing her words.
"Hey, who are you?"
"If you are here to have lunch then you need to know that we don't accept customers who come from his door. Don't you have any sense of shame?"
Having felt that the young man seemed to have heard what's she was mumbling and noticing his slight frown the old lady started to scold.
At first, she asked Ye Qian but after taking a look at his clothes but when he was about to open his mouth to call Yuan Meng he was bombarded by a whole lot of blames.
