Whenever Jasmine Yale spoke, she always unconsciously touched her belly, her chin lifted, eyes arrogant.
The waiter awkwardly said, "Sorry, sorry, it's our oversight. Excuse me, sir, would you be willing to change seats? Today's tea will be free, and we'll also give you our teahouse's specialty tea leaves and a small gift, okay?"
Will Caddel's face was not very pleasant: "What if I refuse?"
"Sir, could you... lend a hand? This spot used to belong to Miss Janus, but she didn't call us ahead yesterday, and that's why we overlooked it." The waiter was quite embarrassed.
"So let me ask, does the teahouse mean to kick us out, is that right?" Will Caddel crossed his arms, looking coldly at the waiter and Erin Janus.
"No, just discussing negotiations, how do you feel about that?"
"I'm not feeling anything about it, I have one stance, no moving, until I finish my breakfast tea, understand?" Will Caddel's tone was very firm.
