"What the hell kind of dump is this? It's filthy. Just looking at the place fills me up. Who could have an appetite to eat here?" The young man looked around disdainfully.
"Young Master, this is the best restaurant near the hospital. Why don't you just put up with it?" a brawny man said with a sheepish smile.
"I don't know whose young master he is, but seeing this kind of people really annoys others." Zheng Weimin muttered, curling his lip.
"Where's the seat?" The young man looked around impatiently, "There's not even a place to sit. Do you expect me to eat standing up?"
"Young Master, please calm down!" After the brawny man said this, he rushed into the restaurant, looked around, and finally set his eyes on the grandfather and granddaughter who had arrived before them.
"Get lost, we're sitting at this table!" The brawny man said aggressively, exuding tyranny.
