"Rubbish, you can't even handle such a small task." President Zhao impatiently took off her sunglasses.
The man in glasses bowed and scraped, apologizing repeatedly to President Zhao before turning to snap at his subordinate, "You can't do anything right! If you couldn't book a table, why didn't you say so earlier?!"
The subordinate looked aggrieved. "You only told me to book the table an hour ago. This place is so popular, of course there are no tables left..."
Chapter 115