"Such bright words nearly blinded Brother's 24K pure gold dog eyes," Ye Wutian feigned astonishment.
"Good you know," the fatso triumphantly put away his VIP card.
Yet, Ye Wutian asked Manager Wang again, "Does your store's VIP card service include priority seating? If so, bring it out and show me."
Manager Wang's face showed difficulty, as this so-called VIP card was merely a discount card and naturally did not confer any right to priority seating.
Seeing the other party's incessant pestering, the fatso got annoyed as well, "Hey! I see you're really asking for a beating, aren't you?"
Sensing the rising tension, Secretary Dong hurriedly pulled Ye Wutian aside, advising, "Mr. Ye, I think it's better not to argue with them anymore, let's just wait a bit longer."
"Sure enough, Secretary Dong is the wise one," Luo Hui said with a smug smile.
