After resolving the dispute, I took Xiaoqing to the rest room.
Xiaoqing's eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale, and she hung her head low, as if she had done something wrong.
I gently patted Xiaoqing on the shoulder, "This isn't your fault, you don't need to blame yourself. Next time you encounter such trash, just call security and have them thrown out."
Xiaoqing still didn't look up, and she muttered, "I know what kind of place our tea house is, so I'm really worried that this might affect the business."
I laughed, this girl seemed to be ambitious too. I sat on the sofa and looked at Xiaoqing with interest, "Since you know the nature of our tea house, you should realize that only the clients on the third floor are entitled to those services. And these people, they won't give tea artists trouble on the first floor, much less lay their hands on them."
