The atmosphere in the private room was silent and peaceful as if they had already known each other for years.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, interrupting their harmonious atmosphere.
Cheng Yan gestured his waiter to open the door, and a familiar face appeared before them. It was none other than Searle.
A faint smile showed on his face.
"Mr. Cheng, I just saw you when you were entering the restaurant, so I thought I should come over and say hello. I hope I'm not disturbing you."
Yao Tang seemed unbothered as she continued to play her game.
Cheng Yan smiled faintly. "You don't have to be so formal," he said, waving his hand around. "It's just a private personal dinner, really."
It was obvious that he didn't want to be disturbed.
After all, it was a private dinner. There was no room for business talk.
