Why don't you go and acknowledge your ancestors?

Zhou Jing's eyes were filled with disdain as he glanced at Chu Yanchuan. "Didn't you just run into a service staff who wanted to help you wash your clothes? What was going on? Why do young ladies like to help others wash clothes so much these days?"

Song Xuan passed a handkerchief to Tang Ji 'an. Tang Ji' an took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He frowned deeply."You can go out now. Find someone with more flexible hands and feet to come in,"

"Sir, I dirtied your clothes, so I should help you wash them," the little girl continued to pester him.

Tang Ji 'an was a little impatient. Zhou Jing quickly stood up, turned around, and walked out of the private room. He shouted towards the door. Soon, a middle-aged man came in, bowed, and said,"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. She just arrived not long ago and is insensible. Sorry to disturb you."

manager Zhang, from now on, you'll be serving us in this private room. Don't arrange for random people to come in and pour soup on us.