Hearing Wang Xianglan's loud shouting, the waiter standing at the door quickly jogged in: "Customer, what can I do for you?"
"Look, look at this..." Wang Xianglan angrily pointed at the fly, "What is this thing, you should recognize it, right?"
"Yes." The waiter nodded politely.
"Yes? You're audacious to say 'yes'? A fly in a five-star hotel's private room..." Wang Xianglan frowned and waved her hand, "Forget it, I won't bicker with you. Get your boss over here. This meal has to be comped, and you must compensate us for the mental distress."
"Exactly, who knows if there's more in the food. Comping the meal and compensating for our mental distress is necessary, or we'll expose you." Song Yaqin quickly chimed in with her mom.
Li Ru didn't expect things to turn out this way and hurriedly stood up to explain: "Aunt, this isn't..."
