Ai Qian's face was stiff, as she clenched the microphone tightly, refusing to look at Jiang Chen.
Liang Zhenlun didn't press her.
"Senior Jiang, Shu Rui is here as well, aren't you going to say hello to Shu Rui?"
Excessive.
It was truly excessive!
Zheng Jingjing could hardly stand to watch.
There should be a limit to mercy.
Having a disagreement, and giving someone a hard time, should have been enough.
After all, no matter what, everyone was an alumnus—was there really a need to humiliate someone to death?
"Is there anything else? I still need to deliver drinks to the next private room."
Remarkably, no matter how Liang Zhenlun mocked and ridiculed, Jiang Chen remained calm and unruffled, as if he had become numb, losing any sense of shame and not even bothering to conceal his lowly status as a waiter.
"No rush, worst case, I'll just have a word with your manager."
Liang Zhenlun's smile was sharp, "Senior Jiang might not give me face, but your manager will."
