Gao Hui, her face cold, was still beautiful and charming, but her overly polite "Thank you for your patronage" exuded an air of keeping people at a thousand miles distance.
Jing Haotian and the pimply-faced fatso were both stunned.
"Did you really hear me clearly? My company has three hundred employees, and we can place long-term meal orders here. That's a significant source of income," Jing Haotian reminded her.
Gao Hui's formulaic smile came forth as she said, "Thank you for your patronage, please settle the bill."
The pimply-faced fatso glared and blurted, "What kind of way is that to speak? What attitude? Our young master wants to set up staff meals here because he thinks highly of you, don't be ungrateful."
Hearing the fatso's words, Gao Hui replied coldly, "Please settle the bill and leave; you are not welcome here."
The fatso sneered, "Turning down money, are you stupid?"
