Qin Wanyue shook her head, her face drained of color, "No, it's not like that..."
Manager Lee turned ashen, picked up the intercom, "Front desk attendant, come to Jinxiu Hall immediately."
Soon, a young girl in a work uniform came running over.
She stopped not far from Manager Lee, a timid voice calling out, "Manager Lee."
"What's going on here?" the manager asked, pointing to Jinxiu Hall.
The front desk attendant bit her lip, glanced at Qin Wanyue, lowered her head, and said softly, "Wanyue said her uncle was coming to eat, she asked me to do her a favor and to not arrange any guests in Jinxiu Hall. She said her uncle would leave after eating and it wouldn't take long..."
Qin Wanyue felt a blackness before her eyes and her body swayed, nearly falling over.
It was all unraveled...
This was a high-end Western restaurant, which had a minimum charge for private rooms.
