Yang Ruxin walked in slowly, and what she saw was four men shouting furiously at Cheng Qian, with shattered bowls and chopsticks scattered across the floor.
Cheng Qian and the surrounding staff looked anxious, but as soon as they heard Miao Jian's shout, their expressions instantly lit up with joy.
Cheng Qian's eyes even reddened: "Miss, I am useless."
"We can talk about whether you're capable or useless later. For now, tell me—what exactly happened?" Yang Ruxin waved her hand dismissively before turning her gaze to the men.
