Lü Family Restaurant.
This was an exceptionally down-to-earth name that did not betray any level of prestige.
Yet, it was the name of Lü Zong's establishment, which spanned an enormous four stories, featuring meticulous decor and grand scale.
Moreover, the signboard was unexpectedly tiny.
Li Qing had come here three times, and only today did he notice its signboard for the first time.
He followed Gong Ge upstairs.
The ballroom that Li Qing had been impressed by that night was still empty, without a single person in sight.
His timing was still off today, not yet the hour when others started their work.
He walked into Lü Zong's luxurious office.
The several people Li Qing had met last time were there, seated not far away, playing mahjong.
However, Lü Zong, the man of the hour, was instead practicing calligraphy at his office desk.
Upon seeing Li Qing enter, Lü Zong immediately dropped his brush, his face beaming with smiles, and gestured to the seat next to the tea table.
