Li Haidong tried several times to squeeze back to Wei Lan's side, but each time he ended up pushed away by a couple of clueless young men.
"Wei Lan!" Li Haidong was genuinely angry now, and for once called Wei Lan by her full name.
But this level of intimidation didn't work at all. Wei Lan wasn't fazed, and even found him annoying as she snapped back impatiently, "I'm not dead yet, so what are you shouting here for? Summoning spirits? Get lost and don't bother me!"
Li Haidong was stifled, utterly aggrieved. Wanting to save Wei Lan face and avoid a public conflict, he swallowed his resentment, sat alone in a corner, and fiercely cut his steak with knife and fork, venting his frustration.
One particularly considerate young waiter even brought him a glass of red wine while smirking, "Taking care of the elderly is everyone's responsibility."
Li Haidong's grip on the knife and fork tightened; he nearly lost control and stabbed the cheeky youngster in front of him.
