"Let go!" Jiang Moxi's pure and clear eyes coldly glanced at Ren Huo, carrying an obvious warning.
If not for the Night Color's regulations explicitly stating that waitstaff who initiate contact with guests get fined, Jiang Moxi would never have allowed Ren Huo's face to get so close.
"You're still pretending? Don't think I'm unaware, in places like this, as long as you can pay enough, anyone can be bought!"
Ren Huo still grasped Jiang Moxi's hand without letting go, his words full of effort to insult Jiang Moxi, as if by doing so he could restore the self-esteem that was trampled this morning.
Jiang Moxi coldly watched him, pondering how a university student could be so shameless to this extent?
But what she didn't realize was that her silence and the forbearance of not wanting to be fined, in Ren Huo's eyes, was her being scared.
