In Yuan Zhou’s restaurant, while Yuan Zhou was still busy thinking about solutions to complete the mission, somebody on the other side had him on their mind.
A person who is not envied is a mediocre man.
A person who is not remembered is an ordinary man.
Yuan Zhou was neither a mediocre man nor an ordinary man. He was just a moneygrubber.
"Xiao Guang, you go investigate the background of that Yuan Zhou’s restaurant," with a neatly combed hair and a conspicuous pair of jet-black eyebrows, a good-looking man dressed in a showy white suit said while holding the phone.
"What’s the matter?" From the other end of the phone passed a languorous voice. Anyone listening would be able to tell he was not fully awake.
"Xiao Guang, why are you still sleeping?" The man frowned and wasn’t pleased.
"Xie Xuesi, I’m always sleeping at this time of the day."
The man called Xiao Guang likewise didn’t have a good temper, hence directly shouted back.
