Cultivating My Empre

Watching the man slam his fist on the table and bellow, the innkeeper wore a plastered smile. He hastily explained himself before darting into the kitchen to lend a hand.,The table was pounded, and the plates jumped on it, scattering soup all over the place.,"Never mind." The middle-aged man also glanced over at Zhang Liyang. "I think they were just passing through here."。