"Hey! You little brat, how dare you curse me, are you tired of living?" The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves and taunted.
"What's the matter? Do you want to fight?" Wu Xiaoyu chewed a wonton and said leisurely, as if nothing mattered.
The old man saw his grandson being so provocative and originally wanted to stop him, but seeing this young man so calm and composed, he couldn't help but be a bit curious.
The middle-aged man shouted to the bodyguards outside the door: "Come in, all of you..."
Several bodyguards rushed in immediately hearing the command, surrounding Wu Xiaoyu in the center. The boss lady, who just brought out the wontons, saw the situation and hurriedly said:
"Everyone… everyone, calm down. My little shop can't handle you guys making a fuss like this!"
The old man saw his family's four bodyguards rushing in, but the young man remained unmoved. His curiosity turned into a bit of respect.
