It wasn't just Jun and John who immediately turned towards the person who had just confidently answered John's question. Even the other VIP guests on the second floor also looked at the person, and they could all see how a tall, arrogant man walked calmly towards the table where the bar owner was sitting.
The man wore a long gray striped shirt but his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his hands were kept in his trouser pockets as he gracefully shuffled his oxford shoes across the shiny floor. The man then stopped walking when he reached John's table.
"How dare you order food from outside when I also sell food here, Mr. Zhang?" Gritting his teeth to suppress his irritation, John questioned the man.
