Just before stepping out the door, she caught a glimpse of the gold ingot that Shitou had placed on the table. She smacked her forehead and turned back around.
Facing Lin Qingluo, she grinned into a flower: "Eldest Miss, our master said that all expenses tonight will be on his account. Please enjoy the food, drink, and fun."
"Your master? Who is he?"
Before Lin Qingluo could express her opinion, at least four young men seated around the table voiced out loud, and Shitou put down Little Thirteen, looking over curiously.
"Our master has known Eldest Miss for a long time."
The waiter laughed, showing teeth but not eyes, and didn't give a direct answer: "Our master said that this feast is his apology to Eldest Miss. Please don't take the offense from a few days ago to heart."
"Qingluo," "Little Sister," "Master,"
"Who offended you the day before yesterday?"
The atmosphere in the private room changed abruptly, as several sharp gazes fell on the waiter's neck.