"I just can't swallow this indignity," Mr. Huang said as he picked up the bottle and drank it dry, "I really want to ask what's so good about that pretty boy."
After he finished speaking, he staggered to his feet and walked in Wu Xue's direction, while the few young men who were left exchanged glances, revealing indescribable smiles. The one who first egged Mr. Huang on put a piece of candy in his mouth and then handed a stack of money to the injured waiter beside him: "Take a few days off, don't take it to heart."
"Thank you, young boss," the waiter said, taking the money and leaving. The person referred to as the young boss, with his arms crossed, laughed and said, "That Huang guy really is a brainless idiot."
"Li, do you think it's really okay for us to mess with him like this?"
"What's the harm? Wu Xue is no big deal anyway; what we want is to see Huang make a fool of himself," he said, turning to look at Gu Tao, "Don't mess with that guy."
"Why?"
