Leaving the private room.
The location was secluded, so much so that it might as well have been unmarked on any map. Xu Jingxi got into the car, knowing these roads better than anyone. Ahead lay Xidan, and beyond that, Fuxing Avenue, where there was an authentic official's cuisine restaurant.
Realizing he hadn't eaten, he had Chen Rong stop the car. He walked alone into a restaurant in the depths of an alleyway, choosing the most inconspicuous seat and wiping his hands with a napkin.
Chen Rong, the driver, sat silently at another table, his presence a mere accompaniment to the meal. He naturally didn't dare sit at the same table, casting occasional glances at Xu Jingxi dining alone, his appetite not great, driven entirely by the quietness of the place. Choosing the right spot for a meal was essential.
