That was dissatisfaction with her.

Sure enough, the man looked at her side without raising his eyes, just said, "Then you go first."

"I'm really fed up with you! I've been fed up with you like this!" She clenched her palms again, raised her tone slightly, and finally bit her lip, took her bag and clothes and rushed out of the private room.

Two minutes passed, and the private room was still cold and depressed.

The "pa", "da" sound finally suddenly broke the silence.

It was Yu Sicheng who smashed the tableware in his hand hard, knocking the things on the wall, and then falling to the ground.

The man was still sitting at the table without moving, but his fists were clenched against the back of his hands, and blue veins burst out to show his anger.

Perhaps only Nan Wang can understand his master. Now he not only has to deal with a lot of affairs in the company, but also pay attention to the situation of the eldest young master Yu Nanchuan, and also ensure that Shen Fangyu gave birth smoothly.

No matter what happens at this time, it is equivalent to jumping on his tense nerves. It is impossible to be without restlessness or anger.

So, when he watched Zhuyan rush out of the room, Nan Wang frowned and subconsciously wanted to help Mr. Yu explain.

But he couldn't walk away, so he could only frown and stand there and continue waiting.

Five minutes passed, and the manager just brought over with caution and caution, signaling the employee who was pushing the dining cart behind him to stop.

Just as the man pushed the door out of the private room, he looked up and saw the man's facial features that were so gloomy that he almost twisted out of water, and lowered his eyebrows slightly, "Mr. Yu!"

Yu Sicheng glanced at them, and his thin lips were pursed together coldly.

The manager quickly explained: "Ms. Zhu carefully ordered us to do things before, hoping that it would not waste time!"

Then he turned his gaze to the dining cart and touched his lips, "What."

The manager smiled, forgot to keep the mystery and give surprises, and said, "Cake! Miss Zhu has already ordered it..."

As she spoke, the manager could clearly feel Yu Sicheng's expression getting heavier and he finally condensed, so that she didn't dare to say anything again.

"Cake?" Nan Wang murmured subconsciously: "Today...it seems to be your birthday?"

The next second, the man had already strode through the corridor, and a gust of wind was raised in the dark long windbreaker.
Chapter completed!