Out of dishes?
Tian Lei was stunned for a moment.
In a five-star hotel like the Wangyue Building, to say that they've run out of food, and during mealtime no less?
Considering the soundproofing quality of Room 888, one could imagine how loud the noise had to be for Tian Lei inside to hear it.
Clearly, the person was very angry.
But this wasn't Tian Lei's main concern.
How could the prestigious Wangyue Building possibly run out of dishes?
"You're out of dishes here?"
Setting aside the matter of Long Third Master for the moment, Tian Lei turned to Wu Songyuan.
"We have them, the kitchen is fully aware of the dishes you've ordered and is preparing them."
Wu Songyuan bowed slightly with impeccable politeness in his response.
Although he was the general manager, he understood this sort of etiquette well, as he knew how to let customers feel "privileged."
"Then why did that person outside say they were gone?"
Tian Lei asked.
