Gladyce stepped onto the wooden terrace and saw some fishing equipment, but she didn't see anyone.
She didn't think much about it. She thought it was for the guests, so she sat down on the chair.
In just a moment, someone came over and whispered a reminder behind her.
"Miss."
Gladyce had been enjoying the sun with her eyes closed, but when she heard that, she turned her head away.
Seeing two people standing in front of him, the man behind him frowned.
"Miss, this is our place."
There was a hint of reproach in her words, as if she was saying that she did not understand the rules.
"Ah?"
Gladyce really didn't understand. She hurriedly stood up and said, "I'm sorry..."
For a moment, he was a little anxious and even scratched the fishing rod that had reached out to the fish pond.
"Ouch."
The man behind her rushed up and reached out to hold her. "Look at you."
Gladyce was full of apology. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."