What's called a slap in the face?
Meng Feifei felt her face burning with embarrassment at the moment.
However, that's not the worst of it—she'll feel even more embarrassed shortly.
Gu Lingling didn't order much, just enough for her and Mr. Zhou, but the combination of dishes was pleasing to the eye and enjoyable to eat.
And Meng Feifei, after waiting for quite a while, still didn't see her dishes coming.
"Waiter," Meng Feifei's face was extremely unpleasant, "why did they, who arrived later than us, get served before us?"
The main thing was, the dishes looked so appetizing.
"I'm sorry, miss." The waiter maintained a signature smile, unperturbed by Meng Feifei's difficulties, "Miss Gu is our most distinguished guest, she has priority for everything."
Clap, clap, clap...
Lang Yimo couldn't help but feel that Meng Feifei's face was slapped so hard that she felt the pain for her.
The most distinguished guest!
What kind of high treatment is that?
