Ran Chen froze. Something flickered in his eyes as he glanced toward Su Qing, who wasn't far away.
The waiter was also stunned.
He quickly apologized.
"I'm sorry, guest. I'm truly sorry."
While he was apologizing, Su Ye stood up and walked over to Su Qing's side.
She looked at the water stain on his sleeve, then back at him.
Then, she reached out, took his hand, and led him back the way they came, heading up the stairs.
'This man was actually bumped into by a waiter with no Cultivation?'
'Was this a joke?'
They didn't stop until they were back in their room upstairs.
With a SLAM, Su Ye shut the door.
She looked at Su Qing and asked,
"Where is your Cultivation?"
Su Qing glanced at the water stain on his sleeve, then undid his outer robe, shrugging it off and tossing it to the floor.
His dark, deep eyes met Su Ye's, his voice low and raspy.
"So, you don't think I was pretending, my benefactor?"
As he spoke, his voice was tinged with a plaintive resentment.
