"Let him go."
Looking at Becca Reyes, who was at odds with the waiter, Flossie Wright suddenly spoke in a low voice.
Becca turned her head in confusion. Seeing Flossie's slightly anxious expression, she was taken aback but obediently withdrew her chopsticks.
By now, two red dots had appeared on the back of the waiter's hand. The moment she let go, the red dots quickly spread.
"Damn," the waiter didn't realize anything was wrong, assuming they were scared, and immediately got his confidence back. "You think this matter is settled? I tell you, it's not over yet!"
Flossie glanced at him with her eyebrows raised in irritation.
Meanwhile, the door of the restaurant was pushed open.
Flossie turned her head, looking at the street outside the window.
Realizing Flossie did not intend to respond, Becca swallowed her frustration and stared at the waiter with indifference. "Fine, what do you want?"
"I..."
