Face Slapping

Things went as expected, which made Fu Siying smile. She spun around and looked over to Qiao Qing proudly.

Luo Chen was tongue tied, "How can you do that? We came here first!"

The hostess named Xiao Lan also looked over to He Zhi, confused, "Manager He, but our policy is that…"

"Aya, rules are dead but people are alive. Can't you see that she's the daughter of the Fu family? Do you know how much profit we make off of the Fu family? They're our restaurant's VIP. Do you not want your job anymore! Hurry and get the table ready for Ms. Fu."

Upon seeing this, Han Zhi turned around and called Qi Yusen.

The hostess named Xiao Lan didn't dare to fight her boss. Apologetically, she looked over to Qiao Qing, "Miss, I'm sorry. I will have to ask you to wait in the resting area. But, I'm sure some of our diners will be finished soon."