It was hard enough to swallow the duck meat when Little Ginger said, "No matter how good the seat is, it still has to follow a first-come, first-served rule. If I disagree, you can't sit at this table."
Warren snapped his fingers, gesturing for the bodyguards to come over, and said, "Tell them to serve the dishes quickly."
Everything at Elegant Pavilion was already prepared, just needed to be moved. The bodyguard respectfully replied, "Yes."
"Hey, mister, didn't you hear what I just said?" Little Ginger asked.
Mister?
Warren laughed and said, "Am I that old? I'm only a few years older than you. Come on, call me brother."
"Hehe... Mister, even if I call you brother, I still won't agree to share the table with you."
"Little kid..." The lobby manager decided to help Warren out.
