"Boss," he reported after ending the call, "the old master is up and asking when you're going back."
Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows. "Now."
When Xie Xuan passed by Yan Lu, he deliberately stopped in his tracks.
"Hey, this restaurant is yours too, right?
"The food is bad and expensive. Only people here who don't know what's good for them will buy it.
"Or you can consider changing to another chef. If you really can't find anyone who knows how to cook, you might as well close down this restaurant. Anyway, you don't seem like someone who knows how to do serious business."
Yan Lu didn't know what to say.
Why wouldn't this man leave? He was so annoying!
…
At ten in the morning, Xie Xuan returned to the villa.
Xie Wensheng removed the gauze wrapped around his arm and only wore a simple hemostatic medicine sticker.
He was eating breakfast at the dining table when he heard footsteps and looked up.
