Edward Quick's gaze fell on Zachary Armstrong, gradually stepping forward, and he glanced at Shirley Fisher and said, "And this is?"
Shirley Fisher turned her head to look at Zachary Armstrong, and before she could speak, a man's voice said in a deep tone, "Waiter."
Edward Quick couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, sizing up Zachary Armstrong subconsciously and then blurting out, "Waiters are supposed to be in uniform, aren't they?"
"Do, you, care!" Zachary Armstrong enunciated each word clearly, then brushed past, bumping into the man.
Edward Quick staggered, although he was nearly six feet tall, in front of the nearly six-foot-three, particularly robust Zachary Armstrong, he indeed looked quite unimpressive.
It seemed that he felt he had lost face in front of Shirley Fisher, and Edward Quick couldn't help but murmur as he watched the back of Zachary Armstrong, "People these days really lack manners."
