"No, no need, I just want to sit down." Ye Zhiyu smiled at him.

"So." The waiter was not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a childish look on his face especially, "So maybe there's something on your mind? This way, we have a juice here that the bartender just mixed up, mixed flavors, many girls like it, would you like a glass?"

The skillful tone of the sales pitch made her glance at the other woman.

The little waiter was embarrassed by her look and ...