Feng Lianghui thought about it and agreed.
No matter what Lu Ming's current job was, he had always treated him with the same attitude as back then. Their friendship had never deteriorated.
As long as they were friends, Lu Ming's identity was not important.
He scratched the back of his head and thought to himself, Looks like I'm thinking too much. From now on, I have to be calm no matter what I see. Otherwise, it will be too embarrassing. No matter what, I've lived in Shanghai for so long.
So the three of them walked into the private room on the top floor.
There was a long table in the middle of the spacious room. It was filled with all sorts of food, and there was a faint enticing smell. There was a white plate of seasonal fruit, and a golden tray on the side with all sorts of little cakes—mousse, black forest, and candies. Other than that, there was also Chinese-style mung bean cakes, sago pudding, and so on.
