But now, looking at the situation, all the food was gone. What, what happened here?
The worker had already run over to Jin Dajun's side, "Jin Dajun, it's not that I don't believe you, but Fat Dragon has already eaten fifty credits worth. You had better pay up quickly."
"What? He ate that much?" Jin Dajun now regretted inviting Fat Dragon here to eat. Wasn't the downstairs just fine? It was free and he could eat his heart out.
"Yes, I think he still wants to eat," the worker said, nodding his head. "If you run out of money, what will you do? Should I call your teacher over?"
Fat Dragon had wanted to continue eating, but upon hearing the worker say this, he immediately stopped, turned his head, and asked, "Jin Dasha, do you still have money?"
"I, I'm out of money. Fat Dragon bro, please stop eating," Jin Dajun pleaded with a bitter expression. Damn it, if he ever invited Fat Dragon here for a meal again, he would truly be a fool.
