The rooftop terrace had been half rented out by Lin Yuanyuan for her birthday party, while the other half remained unchanged.
Li Xiaoyao sat at a table by the edge of the terrace, glanced around, and said, "The view here is nice, Zhao Si really has taste and class."
Zhao Si laughed heartily and replied, "I'm just a simple man, I don't know anything about taste or class, the main thing is that this place is expensive, and the price represents sincerity."
Li Xiaoyao, of course, could hear the underlying message in Zhao Si's words—was he ready to make a decision about taking over San Tiao Alley?
Li Xiaoyao had visited the day before, and sure enough, San Tiao Alley was a prime spot. If he could secure a few venues, he wouldn't have to worry about food and drink, and he could even support a few subordinates.
