The shopkeeper of the restaurant coughed a few times and said, "Ahem, Box No. 3 is reserved for nobles, ordinary people..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a richly dressed young master came to ask for a private room. The two of them watched the shopkeeper greet the young master with a smile, "Mr. Yi, I will take you up."
The waiter looked apologetic and said, "Sir, I'm really sorry. There's nothing I can do about it. Why don't you just make do with it outside."
Jian Guangji's face was gloomy. He had suffered enough at Shuanghua Sect, and he still wanted to be looked down upon in the mortal world. How could it be so? Mortals were like ants, so how could they be compared with him?
With a beauty by his side, the shopkeeper really deliberately lost his face.
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