Just as the Di Bar male manager finished scolding a server, he still felt a residual anger. When he turned and glanced at Zhao Yang, no matter how he looked, he found him displeasing to the eye.
What the hell, now even the good veggies are hogged by pigs? Look at the beauty next to him, that aura, those looks, in Xuandu lingo, that's called a dish that's top-notch and bright.
How could such a beautiful woman be standing next to a bumpkin?
The male manager squinted at Zhao Yang for a while, then suddenly had a thought.
Brother Biao, when you called earlier, you said 'Brother Yang' was coming over and told me to make good arrangements. Could it be this kid?
No, impossible. How could this kid be "Brother Yang"!
Forget it, might as well go ask, just in case!
The manager stared at Zhao Yang for a long time before finally walking over to ask, "Are you..."
Zhao Yang couldn't be bothered to listen to the end, simply stating, "I'm Zhao Yang."
Woah—
