Thinking of this,
Xia Yuxing hurriedly stood up.
They're all compatriots.
In a foreign land, if their own people just stand by indifferently, then whom can they count on? The Africans here? Bullshit, these people would love nothing more than to watch their spectacle.
Seeing this,
Sha Li and the others also put down their chopsticks.
And followed him outside.
Once outside,
Xia Yuxing saw several people standing at the door, all dressed in Hot Pot Restaurant waiter uniforms, and inside the Box, a man dressed as a Chinese chef was apologetically smiling at the African man of substantial size.
After surveying the Box,
Xia Yuxing couldn't make out the cause of the commotion.
"What's going on?" he asked one of the waiters.
The waiter turned his head, a look of anger appearing on his face, "Not only did they refuse to pay just now, but they also demanded what they called 'compensation for emotional distress' from our boss."
"..."
Xia Yuxing was puzzled.
This kind of thing.
