Hearing what Fei Yuan said, Du Xin's face couldn't hold it. Bringing classmates for a meal, only to find no seats, it was quite embarrassing for him. He said to the receptionist, "Get your manager here."
The receptionist was a girl in her teens, seeing Du Xin's face looking unpleasant, she was a bit frightened and quickly called the manager.
Before long, a ball rolled down from the second floor, yes, a ball. This manager was really too fat, not tall, equally wide both horizontally and vertically.
The ball rolled to the front of Luo Chao and the other three, with a smile on his face, "I'm really sorry, there are no tables available, too many people today. Why don't you wait a bit longer, or come another day, and I'll reserve the best private room for you, how about it?"
The saying goes, don't hit a smiling face. Du Xin wasn't unreasonable either, seeing the fat manager in such a difficult spot, he couldn't say much more. He was just about to take his classmates to another place.
