In the private room, Young Master Ge cursed loudly, "You lousy dog slave! Can't even hold a dish properly, trying to kill me, Young Master?"
He then tugged at the flashy brocade robe that made people dizzy, "Even if it's just the sauce splattering on my clothes, you're a lowlife and can't afford it!"
Nearby, a man sneered, "This robe is made of brocade, just the fabric costs five taels of silver. How much money can your family stall earn in a year? If you can't afford to pay us, we'll just have to sell you to Jiangnan to become an Immortal Lord."
"Ah, this Master Tongsheng selling himself as an Immortal Lord to entertain guests, really is quite a tale. Won't the storytellers in Jiangnan talk about this scandal for three months?"
Followed by a nauseating burst of laughter.
Lv Bai was sitting on the ground, head down and cried without daring to speak.
