"Hallucination? How could it be a hallucination! There's really a snake! If you don't believe me, go to the window and see!" Duan Sishu was incredibly anxious, pulling at his collar, pointing at the window, shouting and jumping. "Go look! That snake was just glaring at me!"
"..." The waiter had never known a woman who appeared so gentle could have such strength, and what left him speechless were her words—what did she mean the snake glared at her? Could snakes even glare?
But the person in front of him was a hotel guest, and a relative of the host's daughter's fiancé, so the waiter could only try his best to maintain a smile, while gently removing Duan Sishu's hand and saying, "Ma'am, you're really tired. I think you should take a good rest. If you're not satisfied with this room, I can arrange another one for you."
"What do you mean by that? You don't believe me?" In Duan Sishu's eyes, even the waiter's polite smile seemed like mockery.
