It turned out that Summer was right to remain silent.

It wasn't long before Trevin and Stanley quarreled.

"Stanley, what's wrong with you? Why do you give me a hard time?" Trevin could hold his temper no more and snapped the menu onto the table. Then he pointed at Stanley and said.

Stanley casually placed his menu on the table. He was calm and cold, and so was his tone. "Easy, man. It's just an order. People have different tastes, which is quite normal."

He cocked his head and looked at Trevin, so calm that nearly drove Trevin crazy.

"I know why you followed Summer here!" Trevin was not as calm as Stanley, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"Well, then you must know how important it is to Summer! You have to take it seriously." It was like a sermon to Trevin, although Stanley sounded sincere and earnest.

Trevin hated it the most when Stanley gave him a lecture. Trevin sneered and turned his gaze to Summer, "Summer, what do you think?"

Summer was lost for words. What should she think? What should she say? Why did they involve her into their quarrel?

"Are you done arguing?" Summer reached out and picked up the glass of water. After taking a sip, she said leisurely, "Go on, but leave me alone."

Shocked, Trevin looked at Summer, "Why does it have nothing to do with you?"

Summer asked, "I didn't put you into a fight!"

Trevin pursed his lips and was speechless. He glared at Stanley. Stanley looked back with a clam face without any sign of anger. Seeing him like this irritated Trevin more.

It seemed Trevin was at a disadvantage when he was angry and the other was quite the opposite.

However, with Summer's instruction, Stanley had to retreat from the fight.

When two men quieted down, Summer took the menu over and began to order.

Trevin was not good with spicy things, while Stanley was open to everything.

The saying was right. You were what you ate.

Trevin was born with a silver spoon. So, he was a bit proud and straightforward but with no bad intention.copy right hot novel pub