"Knock, knock, knock—"
"Come in!"
The door of the private room was slowly pushed open.
Gao Mengting walked in gracefully, "Mr. Tang, sorry to keep you waiting."
"Miss Gao, please have a seat," Tang Song stood up and said, "I just arrived not long ago, the dishes have not even been fully served yet."
"Thank you." Gao Mengting smiled and sat down.
Li Yongming surveyed the environment inside the room, clicking his tongue in admiration, "Just for a lunch, you are really generous."
The minimum charge for a private room at Juhuide was 1200 yuan, and it was clear Tang Song had chosen this place targeting Gao Mengting.
Unfortunately, this guy didn't know that his idol wasn't someone who enjoyed showing off or appreciated wasteful extravagance.
During college, quite a few wealthy suitors were eliminated for this very reason.
