"Feng'er, give some money to the waitress!"
Lin Changshan was well aware of the consequences of offending Elder Yuan, so to prevent Sister Pei from tattling to Elder Yuan, he instructed his son, Lin Zifeng, to hurry up and pay off the waitress.
As for Shangyan Restaurant, it seemed there was no chance of getting in today.
Although Lin Zifeng was irritated, he too knew about Elder Yuan's influence. Annoyedly, he fished out a dozen hundred-yuan bills from his clutch and tossed them in front of the waitress, Li.
"Oh, so it's Elder Yuan who has reserved the restaurant for hosting guests like Lord Yue and Old Mr. Song. I also have some connections with Elder Yuan. This kind of face, naturally, I must give."