"What if?"
"It's fine. If they start a fight, we'll just call the police and make them compensate us for our losses.
That way, the restaurant can get all new things again."
"..." The waiter was speechless.
The owner was a good judge of character, and so was Xu Yun. Zhao Xianhong spat out, "You two adulterous scumbags just you wait," before turning to leave.
But the owner stopped him.
"Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet."
"How much?"
"3,520 yuan. Card or WeChat Pay?"
Zhao Xianhong paid with WeChat, then left with Wang Qing, his face dark.
Only then did the middle-aged owner walk over, smiling. "Xiaosu, was that your ex?"
"Yeah."
"Your taste in men back then really wasn't that great."
The middle-aged man glanced at Xu Yun again. "He's nothing compared to the guy next to you now."
"Thanks for the compliment, boss," Xu Yun said with a laugh.
The owner replied, "It's all settled. Go on and eat. Don't let my food go to waste. I only serve two tables a day."
"Okay, boss."
