The lobby manager's face was a study in embarrassment, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Qiao..."
"You still know I'm Mr. Qiao?" Qiao Dongyang raised an eyebrow and walked upstairs, "Good, I'm going to see if there is really no private room."
The lobby manager, in a panic, reached out to stop him, "Mr. Qiao, we have dining rules here, please don't make things difficult for us..."
"So you do know who I am?"
Qiao Dongyang sneered and continued upward, only to meet someone coming down the stairs.
He was lazily resting his elbow on the railing, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, smiling at Qiao Dongyang with a swagger that screamed power by association, "Well, if it isn't Dong! What's the matter, no place to eat?"
Chi Yue looked up and saw Qiao Ruixian.
Qiao Ruixian's gaze moved past Dongyang without any hint of discretion, appraising Chi Yue unabashedly.
At Old Mrs. Qiao's birthday feast, this guy had been in cahoots with Duan Chengcheng, and Chi Yue had found him repellent.
