"Zhao Yang, you're so close with Ling Yuxuan, why isn't she here today?" Lu Bin asked.
"She's busy," Zhao Yang said indifferently.
At this point, Zhao Ran immediately said, "She is the company president after all, super busy with work!"
"Look, Zhao Ran, she didn't say she was going to get you a job, so why are you getting all worked up?" Zhang Meng said coldly.
"What am I worked up about?" Zhao Ran retorted.
Just then, Zhang Meng snorted, about to say something, when Zhao Yang interjected, "I'm going to use the restroom."
Zhang Meng looked at Zhao Yang with a cold stare and said, "Are you trying to pull a piss-and-run, kid?"
"What, afraid I'll leave without paying?" Zhao Yang asked with a sneer.
"What do you think?" Zhang Meng sneered back, maintaining eye contact with Zhao Yang.
Without further ado, Zhao Yang took a card from his pocket, threw it on the table, and said, "This card has two hundred thousand in it. Is that enough to cover today's meal?"
