Jie Xiaoqin's face flushed. "But miss, didn't someone just book three tables here? Why could they do it and we can't? We only want one."
The server finally gave her an odd look, sizing her up. "They had a letter of introduction from their work unit. It's an internal benefit, a privilege reserved for those who've made contributions to the organization. What contributions have *you* made?"
Jie Xiaoqin froze. She pressed her lips together tightly, clenching the money and coupons in her hand. After forcing out a "Sorry to have bothered you," she trudged back with heavy steps.
'She'd let Xia Zhaoyun get to her again, completely losing her head. How did she end up saddled with a task like this?'
If she pulled it off, it wasn't like the girls from Group One would have anything nice to say. But since she failed, she would likely have to bear the brunt of all their resentment—resentment they couldn't take out on Xia Zhaoyun.
