The waiter dared not offend Bai Moyu, so he could only whisper that he would do as he was commanded before he ran up to the first floor.
A while later, the waiter came back with a troubled look. "Y-Young Master Moyu, the customer, she refuses to change rooms."
Su Yanran snorted coldly. "Cousin, I think we can only head back for lunch today. If we continue dawdling around, instead of having lunch together, we'll end up having dinner."
"Does the person know that it's me asking her to change rooms?" Bai Moyu's expression was sour like milk that had gone bad for at least a week. He burned with rage, but he could not vent his anger on Su Yanran. Therefore, he vented his anger on the customer in Cold Plum Blossom Private Room.
"I t-told her, b-but…" The waiter looked distressed, as though he had something very inappropriate to say.
