The Dragon King, appearing languid and aloof, sat at the neighboring table.
Seated next to him, An Yi glanced at the time and spoke with a tone of helplessness, "Sir, at this hour, it's certain that the other party has stood us up."
"No one has ever dared to stand me up," the Dragon King said as he rose to his feet. "I'm going to use the restroom. If they haven't shown up by the time I get back, we don't need to discuss this any further; there is no need to talk."
He had no patience for people who were late.
An Yi nodded; the sir always made decisions firmly and ruthlessly. Anyone trying to pull this move on the sir would only have themselves to blame for the consequences.
Xiaofeng, who was in the middle of weaning, felt a painful swelling in her chest as well. To avoid letting Yusan notice anything odd, she smiled awkwardly, "I'm going to the restroom."
