“Don’t play anymore,” with a helpless tone, Yuan Zhou took a look at the still screaming band and shouted.
“Boss Yuan finally opens the door.” Ling Hong went up and greeted him.
“Yeap.” Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
“Ok, you can all leave now.” Ling Hong clapped his hands and immediately the band stopped playing.
Instantly, the whole world fell silent.
Now, everyone felt that the term quiet was a wonderful adjective.
“Luckily the young master got up. But he was most unlikely to fall asleep uner such circumstances. My ear almost became deaf.” The grandpa that stood at the back rubbed his ears and heaved a sigh.
“Boss Yuan, you have prepared the Soup Dumplings today, right?” Ling Hong asked luodly subconsciously.
“No. It’s too late. I don’t have enough time.” Seeing that the band had stopped, Yuan Zhou turned around and went back into the restaurant, letting out a slight sigh of relief.
