Tang Zheng didn't like to wait passively, so after making a call to Dantai and asking him to arrange for a few newbies to come over and be ready to take orders, he went to have lunch.
"Is Federer's reputation really that good? Not a single bad word?" Tang Zheng put down his dinner knife, picked up the red wine, and took a gentle sip.
"No, I don't know." This was Anna's first time eating at such a high-end Western restaurant. She was all thumbs with her meal, but fortunately, the environment was very quiet, and no one laughed at her.
"Personality, social conduct, lifestyle, should I go wait by his house like waiting for a rabbit to hit a tree?" Tang Zheng glanced at Anna, never really expecting that she could provide an answer. As a bottom-tier *** and a high-society celebrity lawyer, they would not likely cross paths. The information Anna knew was probably from television, which contained too much falsehood.
