"You say I don’t have money?" Ling Hong felt it rather ridiculous. As a so-called the rich second-generation, did Wu Hai think he was short of money?
It was a little funny.
"I’ll start to eat now." Wu Hai said simply and didn’t answer Ling Hong anymore.
"Alright. You must have died from hunger in your previous existence. I’m leaving now. The envious sight of those people almost killed me." Ling Hong shrugged. Customers waiting outside had indeed waited for too long.
While Yuan Zhou’s restaurant was bustling due to the new dishes, Wu Zhou was likewise doing publicity for Yuan Zhou free of charge at the other side.
"Wang Nan, shall we go to eat together?" Wu Zhou tilted his head and said to the person beside him.
The IT company where Wu Zhou worked belonged to a very large company and the office here was only a branch. The person beside him wore a short-sleeve checkered shirt and had a crew cut. His complexion appeared to be that of a typical programmer, being pale and weak.
