Chen Hao still didn't know he had caught someone's attention at this very moment.
Right now, he was dining with Huang Jian at a rather famous luxury restaurant in Zhonghai.
The interior decor of the restaurant was quite eye-catching.
One antique-style large round table after another was lined up inside, their legs fixed to the floor, surrounded by lengthy, circular chairs.
Large red lanterns hung from above, creating an atmosphere that was both cozy and lively.
Chen Hao's gaze swept around him.
Besides these large round tables, there were also long tables for individuals or small groups.
But the table they were seated at was one that could accommodate at least ten people.
Thus, Chen Hao deduced that Huang Jian must have something important to discuss with him.
Every large round table was full of guests, yet theirs was the only one with just two people, which stood out somewhat.
