Li Qiao replied languidly, "Not bad."
Shang Yu pursed his thin lips, seemingly understanding, and did not speak further. Instead, he responded tentatively to the information in the email.
The email was sent by Wang Yue, with the subject "Red Guest Recruitment Candidate List".
...
At six o'clock, Li Qiao and Shang Yu arrived at the themed restaurant Master Qiu had chosen.
The moment they entered, the air was thick with the aroma of food.
The three-story themed restaurant's design was unique, featuring both last century's decorative elements and modern craftsmanship.
The restaurant had no lobby, only thirty-three private rooms.
Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked side by side at the front, while Luoyu and Liuyun followed unwaveringly two steps behind.
By this time, in front of the Sichuan-style private room door, Master Qiu, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, was casually leaning against the sliding door, flippantly shaking his leg, "You two really made me wait."
