The maid-outfit-clad waitress's eyes lit up for a moment, but she quickly regained her former expression and said softly, "What kind of joke are you making, sir? We're not allowed to get involved with customers during work hours."
Despite saying that, when Song Yun was ushered into a private room, a slip of paper still found its way into his hand. Just because they weren't allowed to get involved during work didn't mean it couldn't happen after hours, especially since the string of prayer beads in Song Yun's grasp looked quite valuable.
Looking at the colorful decor of the private room that gave off a comfortable vibe, Song Yun knew that the money he spent today was well worth it.
"Please go ahead and order, Miss," the waitress said, placing the menu on the table.
