The manager paused slightly, a little surprised, seemingly not expecting Zachary Armstrong to say such a thing. But when he looked up to meet his gaze, he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart, only sensing that he wasn't joking at all.
The nearby Shirley Fisher also paused for a moment, having previously thought his words were firm, thinking he had improved. But it turned out he was still as rude as ever!
The manager hesitated only for a moment before calling over the waiter, "Aren't you going to apologize to them right away?"
"Uncle…"
"Shut up, how many times have I told you! Don't call me uncle here!"
Zachary Armstrong's eyes narrowed slightly, with one elbow propped on the backrest, carrying an indescribable depth amidst his casual demeanor, causing the female waiter who'd been clamoring all along to inexplicably avoid her gaze, not daring to speak for a moment.
The manager seemed a little anxious, raising his hand for a stern knock: "Apologize now!"
