"Yin Tian..."
By Yin Tian's side, Su Qinwei's expression was grave. "There won't be any trouble, will there?"
Yin Tian waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, it's nothing."
Then, he turned to glance at the waiter who Sir Jin had beaten to a sorry state. His brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't speak.
In Central City, the higher-ranking families often oppress those of lower status with impunity.
Just then, a man smartly dressed in a suit approached briskly from a distance.
"What has happened here? What has happened?"
He had only just received the news and had hurried over.
But by the time he arrived, everything was already over.
"This person has sustained a work-related injury."
Yin Tian lifted his hand, pointing casually at the waiter.
The manager shot a glance at Yin Tian, his demeanor somewhat arrogant. "And who might you be?"
Someone familiar with the manager quickly stepped forward and whispered a few words in his ear.
