The waitress seemed to be even more startled by her words, and quickly looked towards Tang Anzhi, only to see that her dress's hem was also stained. "Miss, let me wipe... wipe..." she said as she lunged towards Tang Anzhi, attempting to clean the wine stain.
When Tang Anzhi saw her approaching, she deftly dodged, not allowing the woman to touch her, but the woman stumbled and fell to the ground...
The commotion on this side was now somewhat significant, and many people began to look over.
"I'm sorry, I... I... I'll compensate you for your dresses..." the waitress said with tears streaming down her face, her complexion deathly pale, and her eyes watery like a frightened deer.
"Just go! There's no need for compensation," Meng Xiabing said with a hint of impatience in her voice. After all, it was her dress that was ruined; not pursuing this woman's responsibility was already generosity.
