"No." Jiang Yao smiled and shook her head. "I'm not looking at you. I'm just looking at the painting behind you. I think it looks good."
Then, Jiang Yao said to the waitress, "Give me the coat. I don't need your shop to help me dry clean them, and I don't need your colleagues to compensate me."
"Hey! Yes! Yes! Of course!" The waitress did not let go of Jiang Yao's coat.
Jiang Yao's grip was stronger than the waitress's. She snatched it back and quickly put it back on. Then, she said, "I'm afraid of the cold, and I didn't bring any other coat with me. If you take it to dry-clean it, I'll freeze to death."
Then, Jiang Yao left the ladies' room. Unsurprisingly, when she returned to her seat, all five people at that table had already left. Colonel Lin had also returned to his seat and was waiting for her.