"What do you mean? What kind of bad luck?" Zhao Yan immediately pressed on.
The waiter had been busy all day without a single moment to rest. He was already terribly thirsty, and after talking so much, his throat felt as though it were smoking dry. Now that his throat had gone on strike, he was forced to stop.
Zhao Yan still had half a cup of tea left at his elbow. The waiter's eyes lit up as he snatched it and gulped it down in one go.
Chapter 293