The lobby manager led them to a table next to a window. After he handed the menu to Fu Zhi and Lu Yumo, he said, "Do you two want the same strawberry cheesecake milk tea?"
"Yeah."
"Change it to a mango one for me this time," Lu Yumo said.
The lobby manager lifted his head to look at the eldest young master of the Lu Family and his hand, which was holding the walkie-talkie, froze. "I remember Miss Fu being allergic to mangoes. Is that right? With all due respect, don't you think it would not be proper for you to order a mango drink at our ski resort?"
'Why would it not be proper? She is allergic to mangoes, but I'm not, so why can't I order a mango drink?' Lu Yumo thought.
Before he could say anything, the lobby manager added, "Besides, we don't have any mangoes in the ski resort."
