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At that moment, the restaurant staff, who had heard the commotion, had arrived:
"My God, what happened?"
Jiang Ye’s hand, at some point, produced a black card, glanced at the nearest waiter, then tossed the card to them:
"I’ll compensate for all damages, and, clear this area, please."
The female waiter was stunned.
Isn’t this something out of a TV drama script?
To actually happen in real life?
Luckily, the manager arrived at this time, running over with beads of sweat on his bald forehead:
"Young Master Jiang, I’m so sorry, it’s our lack of service, we will do everything as you request!"
Bowing and scraping, anyone could tell—this man was someone extraordinary!
After speaking, he instructed the several waiters:
"What are you waiting for? Hurry and clear the area!"
Clearly terrified, afraid of misplacing the anger.
The manager had spoken, so the waiters had no room for opinion:
It took less than three minutes, and the entire second floor was vacant, the manager personally stood guard at the stairway, then finally wiped the sweat from his face.
Some were curious to ask:
"Manager, who is that gentleman?"
"Shh, the Jiang Family from Jing City, you know?"
"The one that owns countless mines?"
The manager took a deep breath:
"That’s right, that man is the bona fide Crown Prince!"
The waiters’ eyes widened in shock:
Upstairs, in the private room.
Lu Jing’s face darkened when he saw who was at the door.
Only because there were children present, he didn’t say anything, and he didn’t bother with the wealthy and overbearing Crown Prince at all.
"Mommy Lu, that uncle is...?" the child asked in a very, very soft voice.
Lu Jing closed his eyes briefly:
At this time, Jiang Ye was already making his way over, one hand in a cast, the back of the other hand dripping with blood, as if he didn’t care, couldn’t feel the bleeding, couldn’t feel the pain.
Jiang Ye felt a metallic sweetness in his throat, which he forcefully swallowed back, his eyes red with terror.
Lu Jing’s fingertips trembled before he replied:
"Is it any of your business?"
What right had this man to come questioning him? And to cause such a disturbance?
Thinking about previously encountering Gu Xiyue downstairs, it seemed clear they were dining here together.
He couldn’t help but curl his lips into a scornful sneer.
Of course, he had no intention of explaining anything.
Once again, he hugged the child more tightly:
Saying this, he stood up.
But, just as he had risen, a hand bleeding profusely pressed down on him:
"Lu Jing, tell me, who is she?"
Jiang Ye wasn’t just going to take Gu Xiyue’s words for it.
That email contained more specific information, about the child’s birth time, place, and her legal mother’s name.
Still, even so, Jiang Ye was unwilling to believe it was true.
Unless this woman told him herself!
Lu Jing’s shoulder was pressed down, his clothing quickly soaked with blood, and he frowned:
However, the heavy hand on his shoulder was immovable.
Lu Jing pursed his lips:
"Fine, you want to know who she is, right?
Come on, Yaoyao, tell him, what do you call me?"
The child, already frightened, clung even tighter to Lu Jing’s neck before speaking in a small voice: