Zhou Jin'an was wearing a sharp navy-blue striped suit, with a casually stylish look, and his long legs stretched out straight and firm.
With a cold expression on his face, he just stared intensely at Qiao En.
"Mr. Zhou, please step aside."
Qiao En reminded him with her soft, glutinous voice.
The space between the booths was only wide enough for a passageway, not narrow, but with Zhou Jin'an standing in the middle of it, Qiao En couldn't get by to pour water.
Song Lian, still feasting on the seafood, saw Zhou Jin'an suddenly appear and was instantly reminded of the past beating.
"A good dog doesn't block the way," he slipped out.
The sharp gaze from Zhou Jin'an swept over, and Song Lian immediately bowed his head in submission.
"An Ge, why are you here?"
An Kexin hurriedly stood up, wanting to get closer to Zhou Jin'an.
But he didn't even glance at her; his eyes were fixed entirely on Qiao En.
"Do you really enjoy serving others that much?"
