Chen Ze watched Betty's retreating figure, helplessly rubbed his temples. Betty's idea was nice, but Chen Ze couldn't help but speak up.
"Betty, please take Miss Rose upstairs first," Chen Ze sighed. Miss Rose could be said to have really bad luck; she got drunk as soon as she arrived and then just kept lying in the restaurant, sleeping.
Moreover, Chen Ze saw very clearly that Miss Rose was in great pain in her sleep, her face was contorted, and one could tell at a glance that she was having a nightmare.
And considering that the person with smelly feet was sitting near Miss Rose, Chen Ze was certain the content of the dream couldn't be good.
"Okay, Manager," Betty nodded, then carried the still sleeping Rose upstairs.
Lin Hua looked at Betty awkwardly; he had seen the pretty waitress frowning earlier.
