The waiter turned to look at Murong Jing and said impatiently, "I'm sorry, Miss. We don't have any private rooms. Why don't the three of you sit in the hall?"
Murong Jing still didn't open her mouth. A man called He Fang heard the waiter. The man immediately asked, "What are you talking about? How could you let two beauties sit in the hall?!"
The waiter froze open-mouthed. He turned to look at the man. "Young Master He, all the private rooms have been reserved."
The man's tone was arrogant. "I don't care. Go and think of a way. Call your manager over if you can't do it."
The waiter looked at Murong Jing awkwardly and then at the man. Then, he said, "Okay, I'll think of a way. Please wait a moment. I'll be back immediately."
Two women among the four stared at Murong Jing and Shi Qian with displeasure.
