"My surname is Shang. Madam Zhao, you can just call me Shang."
Shang…
Yue Jiaojiao rummaged through her memories, but she couldn't find anything related to this surname.
"Shang," she readily accepted his name. As she spoke, she placed the oil lamp by her feet and hid her trembling fingers behind her back. "My family's business is handled by my husband. Since you've invited the two of us here, I don't think we can negotiate this business."
"Don't joke with me, Madam Zhao." Shang laughed in that unpleasant way again.
"I've already investigated everything. That's why I'm here.
"Although Sir Zhao is busy now, he was just a hunter before he married you. The things in the Hundred Flavors Restaurant must've been from you.
"That's why it's just right for me to discuss this business with you, Madam Zhao."
"I know too many things. Do you want to know about one thing, or enough so that your appetite can be filled to the brim?"
