C10 We Don't Need You to be so Sincere

"Bro, I think the steak you're eating is mine!"

"Didn't you say you won't eat it?"

"Did I say it clearly?"

Mi Huo's mouth twitched. He waved his hand to the side and the waiter brought the menu over. Mi Huo did not have the intention of taking the menu and directly ordered, "Give me a serving of Western Cold Steak. It's 50% cooked."

He turned to look at Aisha and pursed his lips in disgust