Mr. Zhang thought to himself that rich young misses were indeed different. Even the food and drinks they consumed must be of the best quality or the most expensive.
Mr. Zhang saw the table full of dishes as he sat down. He was so shocked that his mouth fell open in a gape of astonishment.
"You... You ordered so many dishes for yourself?" Mr. Zhang was starting to question his life. This kind of behavior was too extravagant and wasteful.
"No, these were ordered by Brother Gu. It's meant to be my welcome lunch. He even asked me to invite you. But someone called Brother Gu just now and he suddenly left to deal with something urgent."
Charlene watched Mr. Zhang's expression closely, hoping to discover some non-verbal clues.
"Something urgent? It's probably a private matter. I'm not aware of any emergencies at work." Mr. Zhang blurted out.
