Not Giving Face

When the receptionist saw Lu Ning, she flashed a smile at her. "Miss Lù, you're here."

Lu Ning nodded. "Do you have a table now?"

The young woman at the front desk glanced at a screen. "We don't have any private rooms available right now. How about downstairs, over there? There are still two tables."

Lu Ning nodded. "Okay."

The young woman smiled. "Alright, please wait a moment. I'll have…"

Before she could finish speaking, someone suddenly grabbed her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The young woman turned her head towards her. "Sister Luy, I'm arranging a table for Miss Lù."

Lu Ning glanced at her nametag—[Sun Luy].

Sun Luy rolled her eyes at the young woman. "What arrangements even? Stand aside."

The young woman was astounded, and could only move to the side.