“Mu Xieyu, give these to the guests at table 12!”
Mu Xieyu took the things and walked towards the table. When she passed by Table 8, someone suddenly grabbed her hand. Her hand trembled and almost spilled the things.
“May I ask what you need?”Mu Xieyu held the tray in her hand and asked politely.
“I know you. Aren’t you an escort? You’re the one who came out to serve. Why are you here? Come with me tonight. You can charge me however much you want.”
A man in his forties with a wretched appearance stared at her, his eyes shining.
“I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong person. Please let go of me. I still have to deliver coffee.”Mu Grapefruit’s hand was already trembling.