In the hotel, an elderly man with wrinkles all over his face and gray hair sat on a sofa and said slowly, "Yes! Even in the past, we never did this at home. Alas! These young people today really should abide by the old rules passed down by our ancestors. Otherwise, they will corrupt the social atmosphere..."
As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed, his eyes revealing his helplessness and worry about the current social phenomena.
When Tang Minghui heard this, his face instantly turned red. He couldn't help but stop in his tracks, looking at the waiter at the counter with a somewhat panicked look, then looking down at Zeng Weiwei in his arms, his heart filled with entanglement and hesitation.
Tang Minghui's mind was in a state of confusion. Oh my god! I was doing a good deed, but the waiter and the people who didn't know the truth misunderstood me. This was such a huge injustice.
He made a bitter face and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.
He hugged Zeng Weiwei tightly, feeling her soft body, but his heart became more and more nervous and uneasy.
As time passed, the air around seemed to freeze, making people feel a little suffocated.
He secretly told himself that he couldn't continue to be deadlocked like this, and he had to find a way to resolve the embarrassing situation.
Seeing that Tang Minghui didn't respond directly, the waiter's face turned darker than the bottom of the pot. He warned sternly, "If you continue like this, I'll report you to the police..."
As he spoke, he picked up the phone and was about to make a call when a group of people rushed in.
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