Wang Defu was persistent. "Look, I have already set up the banquet. Miss Zhou, please come."
Unable to resist Wang Defu's hospitality, Zhou Xiaoli finally sighed and agreed.
Wang Defu immediately beamed with joy. "Good, good, good. That's great. You didn't just save my life. A good brother of mine has always said that he wants to see you."
Zhou Xiaoli said politely, "Shopkeeper, you're too polite. I didn't do anything."
"Sigh, you can't say that." Wang Defu chuckled.
At this moment, the waiter called out and said that the table had been set up.
Wang Defu immediately said, "Miss Zhou, please come in."
Then, he looked at Zheng Yongyan, who was standing at the side. "Young Master, you must be Miss Zhou's friend. Come, come in."
As soon as Wang Defu appeared, Zheng Yongyan resumed his refined attitude. He cupped his hands as a form of greetings at the shopkeeper and followed Zhou Xiaoli into the restaurant.
