Zhang Mengyao remained in the booth even though a big group gathered there. The others did not bother to come out to find out either. As the timer ticked down to ten minutes, a notification rang in her head.
[You have received a message from The First Order Guild!]
Zhang Mengyao looked up at the booth across the platform, to where the First Order Guild seated was. A middle-aged man smiled at her and waved his hand while nodding his head. She then looked at the message.
[Good evening, Miss. My name is Frans, Vice Guild Leader of the First Order Guild. I want to apologize for what our guild members did early before the World Congress. They are young and still hot-blooded, but they are inherently good. I wish you and your faction members could forgive them. If possible, can you spare ten minutes to speak with us? My guild members want to apologize to you and your friends.]