Su Xuan's questioning was filled with a teasing tone, yet his face wore an expression of disdain, rendering the complexion of the man at the registration desk as unsightly as a frostbitten eggplant.
The man glared at Su Xuan with furrowed brows and said without any hint of courtesy, "Go re-register; the information doesn't match up."
Su Xuan's face turned stormy with anger boiling in his heart: Damn it, why the hell are you being so difficult with me when I'm here to compete? Heaven has a road, yet you refuse to take it; hell has no gate, yet you insist on barging in!
"Hello, this gentleman is Mr. Su, the designated competing chef from Bright Moon Building. I can vouch for his identity," Su Xuan said, suppressing his anger when a man came over and spoke to the one responsible for registration with a pleasant expression.
Glancing to the side, Su Xuan asked with curiosity, "Where did President Chen go?"
