Du Jiaolan didn't feel that the money on the maid's person was enough to cover the bill, even in the waiter's eyes.
She took out enough money from her pocket, and then felt it was a shame to waste the food that remained uneaten on the table.
Especially such expensive items, this single meal had consumed all her savings.
However, she had gained something today, and spending such a high price was worth it; the food had settled in her own belly, and though it pained her heart, it didn't pain her flesh. She would make it back in the future.
Regardless of her status, Du Jiaolan said to the waiter,
"Waiter, pack up all the food here."
The waiter, seeing the young lady had money to pay, let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn't just him breathing easier; the maid by Du Jiaolan's side also relaxed.
"Miss, do you want to pack up all the food on the table? Including that which the young master ate?"
