"Mei, how much money did he give you?"
"I'll pay you, okay? It was not easy to get a reservation at this restaurant, we can't just walk away like this!"
The man really wanted to flaunt his wealth in front of his goddess. He felt it was embarrassing to have someone outright buy the reservation he had worked so hard to secure at the restaurant.
Zhang Meimei looked at the man with disdain. She knew full well the extent of this lickspittle's spending power; having a meal at Mitsui Cuisine was already his limit. It was impossible for him to spend ten thousand yuan to buy a seat.
"Yang, I'll go have a word with the waiter."
Zhang Meimei took the initiative to go to the front desk and explained the situation to the waiter.
Actually, the female receptionist had been paying attention to the situation here all along. Although she did not know how much money Yang Hao had spent, it was definitely an amount that Miss Zhang could not refuse.
"Yang, enjoy your meal!"
