The head chef slowly glanced at the collapsed kitchen, and as if the kitchen wanted to protest more, a wooden beam at the top fell to the ground with a loud noise.
The chef quickly lowered his head. "We will make sure the food will be served as soon as possible."
Lie Lang stared down at him. "Hmm." He said, the thick sound vibrating through his chest.
With one last glance at the kitchen and the cooks around, he turned around, walking away.
The chef quickly wiped the cold bead of sweat from his temple, but stopped midway the moment he saw Lie Lang staring at him from a few steps away.
Lie Lang turned towards Honghong, who was already tiptoeing away from the scene. "You. Come with me." He said curtly, his golden eyes pinning Honghong in the spot as if she was being crushed by a mountain.
"Yes, Alpha," Honghong replied, crying inwardly.
