Yin Hehe returned to her office position.
When she asked the head waiter for the customer's phone number, almost the entire catering department of Baiqing Building was waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
She was utterly ignorant of how over her head she was.
In the midst of such gazes, Yin Hehe dialed the customer's number.
"Hello, may I speak to Mr. Hong?"
"What's the matter?"
Indeed, people with a bit of status in this city tend to be very impatient when they receive such calls.
Yin Hehe held back and continued gently, "Mr. Hong, I'm with Baiqing Building. I heard there was an issue on your side, and you need to cancel your reserved table, right?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"No problem, we have already canceled it for you. I'm calling to ask if it's inconvenient for you to come by? Would you like us to provide a private custom delivery for you?"
Yin Hehe patiently explained on the phone.
Private custom?
And delivery?
