"Besides, the one you gifted me before, I still have it. I'm not actually that fond of diamond rings, why keep so many?"
Eleven insisted on not accepting it, and Gu Liancheng had no choice but to put the ring away for now.
Sooner or later, he would make her willingly accept it, to wear it on her finger.
"What's wrong with you! If you can't do it, don't! Call your manager over!"
There seemed to be some commotion at a table behind them. Eleven glanced back. Apparently, a female waitress had spilled something on a customer's clothes, and there were some shards of glass on the floor, a shattered drinking glass perhaps.
"It's all because of these filthy rich people like you, always bullying us common folk." Eleven says, turning to him.
"Blaming me again? I never do such things."
A person who looked like the manager walked past them towards the table with the commotion.
"I'm very sorry, sir! What seems to be the problem?"
