"Young Master Cheng," the waiter greeted respectfully as his eyes instinctively darted to Qi Chengzhi's pocket.
Song Yu's hand was firmly entrenched in Qi Chengzhi's pocket; their hands entangled. A sweet and loving scene to any onlookers.
The waiter had never seen Qi Chengzhi bring any ladies to their establishment before. Now with Song Yu in tow, compounded with the display of such affection and intimacy, the waiter could hardly be blamed for his double take.
Years working in Red Roof Club, the waiter had seen people from all walks of life, including the female escorts that were commonly brought in by the young heirs of prestigious families or high-ranking CEOs.
Song Yu, however, bore no semblance to those female escorts. She had an air of modesty and innocence with none of the usual pretenses. Her lightly-tinted red lips, along with her fair complexion, gave her a youthful demeanor.
