"Exactly, there are so many people here, and it's so dangerous!"
"Don't think it's not a sharp weapon, but swinging it and hitting the head, that's no joke!"
The parents of that child were shouting at Old Meng like they were firing off a barrage of cannon shots, one after the other.
Meanwhile, the child continued to cry and complain of a headache.
Meng Xi only felt a headache himself, with his temples throbbing unbearably.
His sleep quality was too poor lately, and when something weighed on his mind, he found himself unable to sleep all night. Just last night, he kept thinking about what to say to Chiang Xiao today, which resulted in a sleepless night.
Now, with these people shouting at him, the child's loud crying, and his toes throbbing with pain, he was finding it hard to cope.
Old Tang had just gone to confirm the menu with the restaurant manager. When he came back, he heard a commotion inside and couldn't help but feel a jolt of alarm.
Could something have happened?