In an instant, a subtle, indescribable warmth flowed through Xie Yanshang's heart.
The two people inside the private room were very harmonious, adopting the attitude of an elder advising a younger person.
But they had no idea that just outside the door, the eavesdropping owner felt as if the sky had almost fallen.
After he heard everything, his mind buzzed and exploded.
"Boss—boss?" The waiter holding the dishes looked at him with a helpless expression on his face, "Shall I bring the dishes in first? They are nearly cold. You've been listening here for a while, did you hear anything at all?"
When the waiter saw the boss's face as he turned around, she almost jumped in fright; the dish in her hands almost flew to the floor.
At that moment, the boss's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, he seemed delirious, even his legs trembled, his expression alternating between fierce, shocked, dazed, and angry.
