When Bai Dan saw this note, his hands shook.
Not afraid.
It's anger.
He took a deep breath, picked up his lunch box and walked into the restaurant.
The warm air hit his face, his soaked clothes clung to his body, and he shivered with the cold.
"Sir, just leave the takeout at the front desk."
The waiter stopped him.
"Customers note that they must be delivered in person."
"Who?"
"No. 888, Imperial Mansion."
The waiter's expression changed, and he looked Bo Dan up and down with strange sympathy in his eyes.
