I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

"The restaurant manager is really going to kick someone out!"

"If we come here to eat in the future and some rich second generation doesn’t like the look of us and wants the restaurant manager to kick us out, doesn’t that mean we could be thrown out too?"

"Do you even need to ask? Definitely."

"Then I really wouldn’t dare to eat here anymore. Being kicked out halfway through a meal, who could stand that?"

"Ah, that guy is just unlucky to encounter such an arrogant and overbearing rich second generation."

Customers whispered among themselves.

Du Mingliang chuckled: "That’s easy to deal with!"

Wang Banghua immediately said to Shen Dong, "Sir, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave our restaurant."

Shen Dong’s eyebrows raised: "Is this how you manage a restaurant? Aren’t you afraid your boss will blame you?"

Wang Banghua scoffed, "How I manage is none of your business, and whether or not the boss blames me certainly isn’t something for you to worry about. You just need to leave."

He agreed to Du Mingliang to get Shen Dong out, not just because of Du Mingliang’s threats, but also because he thought that Shen Dong didn’t look very well-off.