"Let's forget all this happened and let him go, alright? It was all fun and games, yeah?"
The manager, who had been hurriedly called over by a waiter, walked up to him with an anxious expression. "He's the young master of Fang Yuan's bodyguard agency. It's best if you don't offend someone like him."
"Zhao Zhan, stop fighting."
Hearing Yue Jiaojiao's voice, Zhao Zhan obediently flung his hand away.
The burlier man between the two must have been too strong, and Fang Tianliu staggered back a few steps from the impact with his back heavily poking the corner of the table.
"Young master, are you alright?"
"Young master!"
"Get lost, you bunch of useless f*gs!" Fang Tianliu's breathing quickened in anger. He kicked away the attendant beside him and glared at Zhao Zhan, who was protectively standing in front of Yue Jiaojiao. "You! I'll remember you!"
