Jiang Feng put down the lemon slice and quickly retracted his hand.
He felt that Young Master Fu's current mood was more sour than eating lemons!
Fu Sinian raised his hand.
A waiter immediately came over.
"Hello, sir. How can I help you?"
"Ten lemons squeezed into juice, thank you," Fu Sinian said slowly.
"Don't you need to add something else to the lemon juice, sir? That taste might be difficult to stomach."
"No need," Fu Sinian refused bluntly.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Jiang Feng immediately stood up. "Young Master Fu, I'll go to the bathroom."
"Sit down."
"I'm anxious! I can't take it anymore."
"Can't take it anymore, can you? Solve it on the spot."
Jiang Feng was speechless.
He had no choice but to accept his fate and sit down. His face scrunched up at the thought of the lemon juice he would have later.
