The waiter fled as if escaping.
Whether it was Chen Yang or those Nie Family members downstairs, none of them were people a mere waiter could mess with.
The urgent task was to leave quickly and watch the situation unfold from afar.
Chen Yang, however, did not think too much, holding a teacup in one hand, while his fingers lightly tapped the table with the other, looking extremely relaxed, as if completely unperturbed by any external factors.
Nie Qingchuan downstairs, as well as everyone else present, were all dumbfounded witnessing this, feeling a mix of emotions welling up inside.
For things to develop to this point, and still be so indifferent, he must be either pretending to be calm to bluff, or he indeed possesses formidable power and backing.
Especially for Nie Qingchuan himself.
At this moment, he was grinding his teeth, no matter what, he had indeed been slapped and forced to kneel just now.
