"Boss, I'll come pick you up at seven tomorrow."
Xiao Xing looked at Ye Tian with eyes full of reverence.
The blood in his heart was already boiling, his fists clenched tight, absolutely loyal and ready to die for the man in front of him.
"Alright," Ye Tian waved his hand, a smile on his lips, "No need to see me off, I'll go back myself."
"Boss, I can't do that."
"That's an order."
"Yes!"
Xiao Xing stood up abruptly, his gaze remained on the majestic figure until it was out of sight.
On the other side.
The owner of the Rolls-Royce Phantom was trembling, holding a porcelain spoon to stir his coffee, nervously looking at the middle-aged man in front of him.
Suddenly.
Dozens of people stood up, raised their cups, and drank the coffee in one gulp, then stood straight, facing Ye Tian's departing figure.
Salute!!!
Salute completed!
Then they all left the Starbucks, leaving only three people in the once bustling hall.
Him and two waiters!!
