Song Qingchun bit on her lower lip, and a thought flashed in her mind.
She could wait until the waiter returned and just so happened to walk past their room then to peek through the open door to see the situation inside.
Song Qingchun, who had the plan all sorted out, waited for the chance to arrive in the bathroom. Five minutes later, Song Qingchun saw the waiter pass the bathroom with a few wine bottles.
She took a deep breath and arranged her facial expression in the mirror before pulling the door open and walking out.
The waiter heard the door open and turned around. When he saw her, he smiled friendly at her, probably remembering her from earlier. She nodded slightly in return and stared straight ahead. Her high heels clicked across the floor slowly.
