"Are you okay?" Alin was the most nervous, looking her up and down with a serious expression.
Crossley shook her head, her cheeks still slightly red, but fortunately, the dim lighting in the hallway made it hard to see.
"I'm fine, let's go..." After speaking, she left without looking back, her steps hurried as if being chased by a flood or beasts.
Everyone looked at her in confusion, with various expressions, Manager King withdrew his gaze and turned to Benjamin Turner, asking, "Master Turner, what do you think..."
"Ignore her, let's continue drinking!" He waved his hand, signaling the hostess to go in, and wrapped an arm around Alin's waist.
"Master Turner!..." Alin exclaimed, and Crossley, who hadn't gone far ahead, heard the voice and paused. She glanced back, seeing Benjamin Turner about to pull Alin into the private room, and frowned.
Without any hesitation, she turned on her heel and returned to them, took Alin by the hand, and left without saying a word.
