Qin Shou's gaze subtly turned towards Lin Hai.
The chef, Lin, did not avoid it at all.
If the gaze of the two could be compared to a movie scene, it would definitely be described as having an intense spark and murderous intent confronting each other.
One, priding himself as a dignified big-eyed young master, feeling superior to others.
The other, a man with an ordinary appearance, ordinary dressing, and barely noticeable handsomeness.
Young Master Qin felt a slight tinge of surprise. Normally, those migrant workers, security guards, and lower-class people didn't dare to look him in the eye.
Even when they glanced at him, they were intimidated by an innate sense of superiority he believed he possessed.
But Lin Hai's gaze, besides being clear and slightly mocking, held no trace of fear.
Young Master Qin felt a bit disappointed and puzzled, wondering why this little migrant worker wasn't afraid of him?
