Cheng Daqi followed the navigation to find the restaurant Lisa had booked.
But the place's decor was a bit out of touch with reality.
It had a Baroque-style exterior with modern interior decorations.
The diners coming and going could definitely be described as well-dressed, their speech and manners exuding the words "upper class".
In his past life, Cheng Daqi would have confidently walked in and spent freely, but now he was nothing more than a beggar.
He didn't feel inferior, just worried that in his sportswear, he'd be stopped at the door by security.
Cheng Daqi had read enough brainless web novels, and he had no desire to become one of those brainless protagonists.
The security guard in a red uniform jacket noticed Cheng Daqi, who, after all, had already been staring at the glass for quite some time.
"Sir, may I help you?"
