Standing in front of Wu Chengzu and Bai Yiran, apologizing was the restaurant manager, who inwardly scoffed at what Wu Chengzu had just said.
Can't even the entire hotel afford it? This hotel is an international five-star establishment, supported by the government, and costing billions to complete.
Can this woman's child really be worth billions?
What a joke!
The manager thought this in his heart, but his face still wore a look of fear.
"I'm truly sorry, it's our oversight."
Obviously, this restaurant manager wasn't aware that the woman in front of him was pregnant with Leng Yichen's child. If anything happened to this child, a mere billion-dollar hotel really wouldn't be enough compensation.
Clearly, Wu Chengzu's words were not wrong.
At the moment, Bai Yiran had gradually regained her composure. She hadn't fallen, and her child was fine, so she didn't want to pursue the matter excessively.
After all, they were all just working people; it wasn't easy for any of them.
