***
He simply stood there, unwilling to sit for a long time.
"Sit down!"
Mai Xiaomai said with amusement as she watched him.
"It's too dirty! How can I sit here?"
Qiao Chutian frowned and said.
"Sir, it's not dirty, I just wiped it. If you want, I can wipe it again!"
The waiter next to him picked up the cloth he had just used to wipe the table and rubbed it across the chair next to Qiao Chutian several times before saying, satisfied, "Sir, it's clean enough for you to sit now!"
Qiao Chutian looked at the chair that had been wiped by the cloth until it shone even more, darkened his expression, walked back to his car, took out a seat cushion, walked back, dragged over another plastic chair, placed the cushion underneath, and then sat down with extreme caution.
But looking at him, it was as if he were sitting on a barrel of explosives.
"What would you like to order?"
The waiter handed the grimy menu to Qiao Chutian and asked.
