The waiter bent his back and left the room. If she stayed here any longer, all the tips she had just received would be gone.
Meng Qingloong stared at the servant's fleeing figure. None of them dared to look at him. He could feel the sound of the slap on the face. He viciously slapped Gong Yunning. "Hm, are you really interested in slapping my face like this?"
"Of course!" Gong Yunning smiled