The melodious saxophone rendition of "Jasmine" began to play from Yan Feifan.
It was his phone, ringing.
Yan Feifan, who had been agonizing over how to respond to Yu Suye, pulled out his phone with lightning speed.
"Yan Feifan, don't you dare try to stall…"
"It's a call from Mr. Chen!"
Yan Feifan's simple sentence was enough to make the anxious Yu Suye fall silent.
She watched with wide eyes as Yan Feifan placed the phone on the dining table and put it on speaker.
"Brat, a chef just chopped off his own index finger. Get your little girlfriend here in ten minutes."
"Or I'm finding someone else."
Before Yan Feifan could even react, Yu Suye had already leaned close to the phone and shouted, "Mr. Chen, five minutes, five minutes! Mr. Chen, I only need five minutes…"
With that, Yu Suye shot up from her seat and ran out.
She was so frantic she ran in a blind panic, nearly knocking a tray out of a colleague's hands…
