The waiter glanced at Ah Dai, muttering to himself as he walked out, "A beautiful flower stuck in manure, such a lovely girl, how did she end up with such a husband?" Just as he was about to step out of the room, he suddenly felt a chill at his neck. Shocked, he froze in place, not daring to move. A short blade pressed against his neck as Mie Feng's icy voice sounded, "Don't ever let me hear you speak ill of my husband again. Even ten thousand of you wouldn't be worth a fraction of him. Now leave—" A powerful shove from behind sent the waiter staggering out the door, where he crashed to the ground with a thud. The sound of the door closing echoed sharply.
It took a long moment before the waiter struggled to his feet. Just as he was about to curse out loud, the memory of the icy sensation on his neck resurfaced. He hastily swallowed his words, shot a fierce glare at the closed door, and walked away in frustration.
