Mu Yichen listened and said.
"Yes! I also saw..."
The staff looked a bit worried.
Zhao Huai listened to him stutter and looked up at him. Mu Yichen also turned to look at him: "If you have something to say, just say it!"
"Their tools are all on your desk. I saw some scratches on your desk, and I worry..."
The staff hesitated, always feeling like they were stirring up trouble in someone else's marriage.
"Make sure she doesn't cut her hand; that desk should have been replaced long ago!"
Mu Yichen looked outside, his lips barely moved, and his voice was especially calm.
The staff looked up at Mu Yichen in disbelief, knowing that the desk was worth at least five figures.
"What are you standing around for? You don't know what the young mistress likes to eat and drink? Go prepare it right away!"
Zhao Huai saw the hotel staff standing there stunned and quickly reminded them.
