Now that Rocco thought about it, Feilu seemed to be the most important person in this café.
Was he the manager?
Or did he hold some other position?
Curious, Rocco tugged at Feilu's sleeve.
"Hey, hey."
"Yes! What is it?"
"Um, um. Feilu, are you an important person? Are you the manager?"
Blinking in surprise, Feilu froze for a split second before flashing a gentle smile.
"This café is owned by my trading company! Initially, we focused on commerce and imports, but this year, we've expanded into the food industry—"
"Ah! Ahh! Abababababa!"
The words business, trade, commerce—all subjects Rocco struggled with—were too much for his brain to handle.
With an imaginary poof, his mind short-circuited, and he dramatically collapsed.
Sylas quickly scooped him up in a panic, while Laxus crossed his arms, fuming.
"You idiot. Our Rocco is a fool. Don't use complicated words."