C792 The Wounded Zhou Ruolan

"When can we serve the dishes? What time is it?"

It's lunch time, and the restaurant has a lot of customers, so you, a middle-aged uncle, are urging him loudly.

"I'll be right there!" Zhou Ruolan's mother answered hastily.

Lin Han used his divine sense to look at Zhou Ruolan's mother. Her face looked haggard and uneasy, as if something had happened. No one knew what she was thinking about