"How did you treat her?"
Ye Que asked the restaurant manager standing in front of him in a cold voice.
The chilly tone, like a curse summoned by the devil from hell, was suffocating enough to cause death by hearing it alone.
The restaurant manager's legs went weak, trembling, he hurriedly nodded and bowed as he explained, "I apologize, Mr. Ye, we, we didn't know, had no idea that this young lady was, was..."
The manager's voice was halting and stammering, completely out of rhythm.
"Not knowing who she is, you ridiculed her without reservation just because she couldn't pay the bill?"
Ye Que's voice sounded light and breezy, but it was laced with hidden anger.
In fury, he picked up a cup from the table and smashed it in front of the restaurant manager.
The manager was so frightened he was nearly ready to kneel, and quickly apologized to Chi Zaozao, "Mrs. Ye, I'm sorry, we were blind to reckon, my apologies."
