Downstairs.
Rong Yan found a quiet corner, had just placed her stuff on the coffee table in the rest area, and sent a message to Li Shengxiao. She prepared to find a seat and wait.
Who would have known that just as her bottom touched the sofa, that receptionist who took a disliking to her came over again. Looking down at her, she said, "I'm sorry, miss, if it's convenient for you, may I help dispose of the trash you've brought?"
Trash?
Rong Yan was startled for a moment before she realized what she was referring to.
The receptionist's words were polite, but the scorn on her face was too obvious to try to hide, "I'm referring to that box you placed over there."
She had thought, when this woman walked away, that she had some sense of shame. But who knew she would linger around here, truly irritating!
