That's fine.
He was now the very image of someone who couldn't even afford a meal.
Qin Nanyu's dark eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the waiter withdraw his gaze from his battered car. Looking up to meet his eyes, Qin Nanyu promptly parted his lips, "I'm looking for someone, for my wife. She just arrived with a friend not long ago. Her name is Ji Weitian."
"There are no reservations under the name Ji among today's guests..." the waiter said, leafing through the reservation list with a look of suspicion.
Qin Nanyu immediately came to his senses and corrected himself, "The reservation should have been made by her friend. Check to see if there's a Mr. Leng named Leng Jian. He's the one who invited us for dinner."
"There is a Mr. Leng who reserved a table, and he has just gone in," the waiter confirmed and the way he looked at Qin Nanyu improved somewhat.
Primarily it was because of his face; he was exceptionally captivating.
