"Hello, we're here to clear the table."
The arrival of the waiter was a lifeline for Sophie Wilson, who hurriedly stood up and said, "Thank you. Oh, can you give us the menu? We'd like to order."
"Sure." The waiter quickly brought over two menus, and several other waiters swiftly cleared the half-eaten dishes from the table and set it up again.
Sophie Wilson held up the menu, pretending to look at it seriously, while secretly pinching Charles Seymour under the table.
This jerk, why didn't he remind her earlier?
Her sweet image was on the line.
Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson innocently. She didn't give him the chance, and besides, he didn't know Sophie would say something so astonishing.
Well... although, he was still looking forward to what she would say for him.
"Uncle, Auntie, what do you like to eat?" Of course, Charles Seymour had to help Sophie out of the awkwardness; otherwise, she wouldn't enjoy her meal later.
