If looks could kill, then in the brief moments just now, Hao Jian must have died countless times. He quickly withdrew his gaze, pretending nothing had happened, and then helped her up, letting her sit on the stool.
Even after sitting down, Weiwei still looked at him with hatred, but not directly—more side-eyeing. If she stared directly, Hao Jian likely couldn't bear the intensity.
Hao Jian quickly shifted his focus, placing Xiaohai's money back into her pocket, and then took seven hundred from his own pocket, handed it to the waiter, and said, "Alright, no need to give back the change."
The waiter was a bit surprised, realizing that the young man was actually a wealthy patron. Since the customer was affluent, he said nothing more, took the money, and turned away with a servile smile. When the boss saw that Hao Jian gave extra money and didn't want change, he was all smiles too.
