Chapter 88: You're Too Old to Be Wielding a Knife

Judging by appearances, this guy is no more than twenty years old, probably a small-time delinquent around here.

Still not mixing well, the kind that can't make it to the big leagues.

Just look at his hairstyle and you can tell.

All sorts of colors, going for that wash-and-blow style.

Even delinquents these days are ranked in tiers.

Those who truly make it big, who would get into such flashy looks?

Yang Yan didn't speak, just continued eating Su Ye's lovingly made beef noodles.

Su Ye seemed not to have heard at all, just quietly watching Yang Yan eat the noodles she cooked.

"Dammit! Boss, boss! Where the hell is everyone? Dead or what?"

The young guy with the flamboyant style clearly felt ignored and his pride hurt, pounding the table as he continued shouting:

"Is this place not wanting to keep running?"

"Yelling like a ghost! Eat if you want, otherwise get lost. What kind of thing do you think you are, daring to ask the boss to cook you noodles?"