"Who the hell are you to tell me to move?"
The class monitor was furious. Turning around, he saw a young man standing behind him, a faint smile on his face.
It was Lin Mu.
"Oh, you're here to take our order? Give me the menu," the class monitor said, assuming Lin Mu was a waiter based on his casual clothes.
"Please move aside."
The smile on Lin Mu's face widened, a sight that only further irritated the class monitor.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" the class monitor raged. "Are you here to take an order or kick people out? I happen to be acquainted with your restaurant's manager."
"Do you not understand English?"
Seeing Lin Mu remain motionless, the class monitor shot up from his seat, his face contorted with rage.
"Class Monitor!" A petite girl tugged at his sleeve. "He's not a waiter."
