"Xiao Liu, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and mix me a drink, the usual, you know the drill."
Lu Tianxing casually lit himself a cigarette, blatantly ignoring the heavy atmosphere in the bar, and walked over to sit at the counter. He gave the counter a pat, seemingly reminding Xiao Liu beside him that a customer was waiting for a drink.
Xiao Liu's face froze briefly as he let out a wry smile internally. No wonder he could be Rose's man; he had some nerve, that's for sure. Anyone with eyes could see how tense the atmosphere in the bar was—like a powder keg that only needed a spark to explode. And there was Lu Tianxing, in the mood for a drink, as if he had the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard.
But when Lu Tianxing spoke, Xiao Liu didn't dare to disobey, promptly diving behind the counter to mix a drink for Lu Tianxing.
