Half an hour later, they arrived at a high-end Western restaurant located in Aberdeen, the southern part of Hong Kong Island.
During the meal, work was not discussed.
Weining Liang wasn't foolish; she knew that tonight's dinner was a private affair for Mr. Chen.
As for why he booked the entire floor.
She thought it must be some kind of habit of the tycoon.
He didn't like his personal space to be disturbed, to the extent that even the Italian chef's meticulous introduction of the dishes was cancelled at the request of this esteemed guest.
Weining Liang didn't find it inappropriate, but rather felt more at ease.
The main dining area was surrounded by panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides.
Standing by the window and looking into the distance, the Ocean Park on the southwest side sparkled brilliantly, as if shrouded in the dreamy, deep blue of the deep sea.
