Gong Xiaoyu gently supported her aunt's arm as the three of them walked out of the private room. As they passed through the hallway, a waiter emerged from the adjacent private room and slowly closed the door.
As they passed the door, Gong Xiaoyu stepped aside for the waiter. The waiter said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Gong Xiaoyu replied politely, her gaze drifting into the private room, where she saw a handsome, chiseled profile.
The man was brewing tea with his head down. His fingers were long and slightly pale, with a sickly fairness. The steam from the small boiling pot gave his face an almost unreal, hazy quality.
Gong Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to take a closer look, but the door had already closed.
As the waiter was about to leave, Gong Xiaoyu's body reacted faster than her brain, and she grabbed the waiter.
The waiter looked at her in confusion, "Miss, do you need any help?"
