As An Mingji finished his business and zipped up his pants, someone pressed down on his shoulder.
"Hey buddy, you're a waiter here, right?"
A voice filled with the smell of alcohol rang in his ears, making him uncomfortable, but An Mingji continued his actions without a hitch.
No one noticed the dark, complicated look hidden in his eyes.
He hated being touched by anyone other than Gu Jin.
Especially the man standing behind him with such ill intentions, it made him nauseous!
"How much do you waiters make here in a month? You look pretty good; why not stick with me. I'll make sure you live a life of indulgence."
The hand on An Mingji's shoulder slowly moved down—
At that moment, An Mingji turned around, quickly grabbing the man's arm, exerting a little force with a crisp sound following.
The man's arm was instantly twisted by An Mingji, yet he still didn't let go.
The swift pain caught the man off guard.
