Zhang Hongyang smiled coldly and didn't directly answer Liu Zhizhong.
He just silently took a couple of drags of his cigarette before watching the three beautiful waitresses who came in to arrange the dishes.
Seeing this, Liu Zhizhong couldn't be bothered to ask anymore.
Anyway, if you damn well want me to dine and drink, I don't care. All the dishes here are good, and tonight's Moutai is 20 years old, so it can be drunk too.
I've been working so hard to write for you, so it's only right that I get some reward. Your sister, this meal, and when I go back, even your wife, they are all part of the reward.
The waitresses quickly set the eight cold and four hot dishes, explaining that a few more would take some time, and asked them to enjoy their meal before truly withdrawing.
