The Arab man's gaze hardened slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure.
"I'm sorry," Qiao Xiguan said respectfully, then turned and left.
The Arab man continued to stare at Qiao Xiguan's figure, muttering, "Since when did this place require speaking English?"
He didn't think much more about it.
Qiao Xiguan stepped out of the suite, her entire body tense.
Luckily, the people here were relatively decent; otherwise, if someone tried to force something on her...
She took a deep breath and pushed the dessert trolley forward.
"Qiao Xiguan, turn right with your dessert trolley; that's the employee passage. Inside is the locker room—you need to change your clothes. You can't leave wearing work uniforms," Winterson reminded her.
Following Winterson's instructions, Qiao Xiguan walked to the locker room.
Inside the locker room was another woman, who seemed to be changing clothes as her shift was ending at this hour.
"Are you new here?" The woman glanced at her with a hint of surprise.
