C442 The Terrified Mo Liang

Mo Liang's demeanor was off; his eyes were bloodshot, his face etched with fatigue. It was clear he hadn't been eating or sleeping well for days.

"I, I am!" The owner greeted him enthusiastically. "Would you like to place an order, sir?"

"Not just yet!"

Mo Liang, clearly irritable, pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and tossed it at him. "My car stays out front for now