Looking at the luxurious feast, the diners nearby drooled with envy.
"Wow, now that's a real big shot."
"Can't compare, can't compare."
Everyone was filled with various kinds of envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Especially Ye Chen and the two beauties, they were enjoying the food so much.
The only one exception was Zhang Shuai, whose face turned pale, looking really embarrassed.
It was clearly an expression like slicing off a piece of himself.
People noticed Zhang Shuai's pain and found it amusing in secret.
"This is what happens when you try to put on a show, you end up looking stupid."
"Why bother, that expression looks like his heart is bleeding."
"Thought he was a big shot, turns out he's just a dumbass."
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Shuai said to Song Wen, who was standing smiling beside him, "Manager, how much is our table?"
Song Wen handed the bill to Zhang Shuai.
Looking at the bill, Zhang Shuai felt like he was about to spit blood.
