"Ha ha, haha."
Ryder's innocent and bright smile echoed through the restaurant just like that.
It startled the Italian couple as well as the night manager, drawing all their gazes at once.
Li Wei was about to stand up and do something when Ryder suddenly grabbed Li Wei's left hand resting on the table, stopping him. He turned toward the night manager and said, "A customer just gave me a tip, sorry, I couldn't hold it in."
Li Wei noticed that Ryder straightened his back, blocking him from view, clearly not wanting the night manager to notice the existence of the Super Bowl MVP.
The night manager glanced over, and seeing that the guests behind Ryder had no complaints, he bowed his head again and continued scrolling through his phone.
Ryder turned back, letting out a long breath, "Last time a New York Jets player was here, that guy circled around him for thirty minutes straight, like a fly, to the point that the player almost flipped the table."
So that was it.