The woman, who had just been despised and mocked in various disdainful tones, now raised her head and mustered the courage to argue, "No, she’s not a waitress here, she’s..."
"What is she?"
The woman recalled the unspeakable thing her daughter had told her over the phone that night. Her face turned ashen, and she accepted the taunts of several people with dim eyes. She said in a low voice, "She, she is a waitress here."
"Haha, I told you, what else could a cleaner’s daughter be here if not a waitress?"
"Humph! It was because she didn’t speak clearly that I misunderstood. I never thought her daughter was a guest; I just guessed she might be hotel staff."
"Crown is at least a five-star hotel in the city. How could the mother of an employee here co to work as a cleaner?"
"You’re sothing else, but fine, you got it right, happy now!"
Finally, soone noticed the fresh and charming young lady in a pink fairy dress and short hair grazing her ears, "Yaoyao, she dirtied your dress. What do you want to do about it? Should we call the manager over?"
Jian Yao tugged at her skirt in so annoyance. This dress on her was a high-end limited edition that many female stars couldn’t even borrow. If not for the rumors the manager of this hotel’s China headquarters had heard about her, she wouldn’t even have been able to wear this haute couture. She intended to make a splash at Chu Family’s banquet announcing Chu Xi’s identity, but who knew before she even made a splash, the dress got wet first. It’s not noticeable, but it was soiled, and it ruined her good mood. She pursed her lips and t the eyes of the middle-aged woman pleading with her, then moved her eyes away indifferently, "Call the manager over."
"Miss... please... don’t call the manager." The woman was struck with fear upon hearing the manager was to be called, pleaded with a pale face, "I can really clean it for you, please don’t call our manager. I... I just want a glimpse of my daughter. If I’m kicked out, I won’t be able to see her. I’m begging you..."
Jian Yao, overwheld with irritation, pulled away her hand, "Don’t you know this dress can’t be washed with water. That’s enough, stop causing a scene here. Do you want everyone to see? Those unaware might think I’m bullying you."
The middle-aged woman did not an that, she mumbled an honest apology, "I’m sorry, Miss."
"I don’t need your apology. Just call your manager to handle it!"
The middle-aged woman stood there in panic, wanting to pull her to plead but didn’t dare to reach out, afraid of being despised and hated, and afraid her actions might cause unnecessary trouble for others. Just as she was at a loss, a voice ca from across her, "If it can’t be washed with water, it can always be dry cleaned. How much is it? I’ll cover it for her."
She ca over from directly in front of the woman, so she was also now behind Jian Yao and her group of small companions. Soone was unconvinced, speaking a bit rudely before seeing the person clearly, "Do you know what brand this is? You think you can just dry clean it..."
When they clearly saw the person, their face changed drastically from arrogant to deflated, "Rong, Rong Yan."
While calling out Rong Yan, they didn’t forget to glance at the fresh and charming young lady beside them.
Rong Yan and Jian Yao collided!
Old love ets new fla! This is going to be interesting!
Jian Yao, upon seeing who it was, was also taken aback, instinctively comparing herself to Rong Yan.
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