Ni Yang wasn't angry, and she said, "Could you take me there?"
"Follow me," the waiter strode forward.
The two of them arrived at a private room on the third floor.
Just as he knocked on the door, a smile appeared on the waiter's face, "Boss."
"What can I do for you?" The restaurant owner appeared to be a young man in his twenties.
"This lady is looking for you," the waiter took a step back.
"Hello," Ni Yang spoke softly.
At the sight of Ni Yang, the young man blinked, then said, "Hello."
As Ni Yang walked in, she said, "I'm here to discuss the sale of your restaurant."
At that, the young man seemed taken aback.
Ni Yang was thin and young. Although she was quite pretty, she didn't fit the image of a rich person.
In this day and age, most of the rich were somewhat overweight.
Rich people could afford to eat meat, their bellies were plump, so naturally, they were fat.
