"Hey, please be careful. Don't let everyone in, which will lower the level of all of us. Do you understand?"
Ai Qing turned around, casually glanced at Han Xing's car, and told the waiter at the door with some disgust.
When several waiters heard this, they looked at each other in confusion, and then they all came to the conclusion: People of lower class should never be allowed in.
"Don't worry, we will strictly manage people who shouldn't be at the banquet and won't let them in." One of the waitresses said.
Ai Qing nodded reassuringly and asked someone to push her wheelchair, so she stopped staying at the door.
Her target today is Leng Tianlin, and the others are not in her sight.
When Han Xing got out of the car, he attracted another wave of attention.
First of all, her appearance is too stunning and unparalleled.
Then there is her dress, which is unique and not at all what a little girl at a party should look like.
Yes, she was wearing a handsome motorcycle outfit and her big waves were casually let down. She was extremely enchanting and sexy, but she didn't look like a lady attending a banquet.
Because no one would wear this look to a dinner party.
The waiter guarding the door over there was even more sure that Han Xing and the others were not allowed to come to the banquet.
So, when Han Xing and the others just came over, the waitress who agreed to Ai Qing raised her hand to block Han Xing.
"Sorry, you can't go in!" the waitress said politely.
Han Xing crossed his arms, smiled at the waitress, and asked lightly: "Why can't I go in?"
The waitress looked Han Xing up and down with an unkind look, but still couldn't help but snort, and sneered: "What is my identity? I don't have any idea?"
"What is my identity?" Han Xing raised his eyebrows, looked at the waiter with interest, and said slowly: "I thought my identity allowed me to get in."
"Haha! That's ridiculous. With your identity, you can get in? With the tattered clothes you're wearing, you can't get in!" the waitress sneered.
Han Xing pursed his lips, looked down at his own clothes, and then turned back to ask Han Yu, "There is no requirement to wear a formal dress at today's banquet. We are not rude."
The waiter glanced at Han Xing with disgust and said sarcastically: "Yes, you are not rude and you can wear whatever you want, but at least you should wear branded clothes!
This kind of street stall stuff looks like rubbish at first glance, but you dare to wear it and get away with it, are you thinking that we people are blind, or what?"
Han Xing frowned and looked at Han Yu at this moment, "My clothes are not from street vendors."
Han Yu touched his chin with his slender fingers, raised his slender eyeliner slightly, and said with a smile: "Yes, your clothes are not from street vendors, but to some people's eyes, everything is from street vendors!"
Feeling that he was being ridiculed, the waiter immediately became angry and looked back at his colleagues, asking them to help him.
I heard my colleagues saying: "We don't care about your clothes. Now take out the invitation letters. If there is no invitation letter to this banquet, you can't even think about entering!"
Upon hearing the invitation, Han Xing shrugged, yawned lazily, shook his head, and said calmly: "We don't have an invitation!"
"I'm laughing so hard. Why are you talking nonsense to us here without an invitation? Do you think we are all fools and should we waste time with you here?" The waitress got angry on the spot, with a stern look on her face.