Yan Zao and Wen Jing both were puzzled about what he was intending to do.
They were also surprised that someone still carried so much cash when going out these days, especially him, Lan Mu, who always had an entourage of assistants and never had to handle things like settling the bill himself.
Lan Mu set down the money and turned his gaze to the female manager serving at the table, "These bills are for my wife to have her steak cut. However, many pieces she eats, take that many bills."
Wen Jing gazed at Lan Mu with love in her eyes, her mouth agape, her hands rising to cover it.
Her cousin-in-law was just too manly.
It felt so satisfying, incredibly satisfying.
Many waiters sneaked glances at them, the female manager usually high above all under her in the restaurant, now humiliated by Lan Mu like this, she wouldn't be able to mix in these circles anymore.
