Gold can't be hidden by sand

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"What's the matter, Xiaoliu?"

As the atmosphere reached a freezing point and the cold air in the kitchen seemed to turn into an ice cave due to the man's failure to find his target, suddenly, a voice came from behind a few people standing at the door.

"Manager Fan!" The waiter who had been pushed aside by Jun Ye looked toward the newly appeared Fan Shenyuan as if watching a god descend.

Fan Shenyuan had sprinted from the back door to the front entrance, and his quick pace had left a few drops of sweat on his forehead. Luckily, because of the hot weather, everyone assumed he had just returned from a business trip outside.

Yao Ye and Zhao Wensheng, both tall and handsome, had already turned around, shifting their gaze from the kitchen to this newly arrived man: neatly dressed, a bit of a youthful pretty boy. However, his dark, deep eyes should not be underestimated.

Yao Ye's gaze flashed quickly toward him.