Suddenly called out in public, Murong Ye frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.
But just as he was about to pretend he hadn't heard, Mrs. Gao rushed over and grabbed his arm.
"Mr. Murong! You're here! Perfect. You be the judge! Isn't the way they're treating me outrageous?!"
Murong Ye's expression soured, and he instinctively tried to pull free. To his surprise, Mrs. Gao was so agitated that her grip was incredibly strong, and she refused to let go.
In front of such a large crowd, Murong Ye couldn't very well get physical. He suppressed his annoyance and said, "Madam Ye, Yunlai Tavern does require reservations. Since they're fully booked, perhaps you should come back another day."
"That's not an option!" Hearing him say the same thing, Mrs. Gao's expression changed instantly. "It's one thing for others to need a reservation, but I'm Ye Chutang's aunt! How could she treat me like this?!"
Many in the surrounding crowd exchanged furtive glances.
