Sun Ming was very well practiced with hanging up on others. As such, he did it so fast Yuan Zhou could not react to it.
"How many times does he want to celebrate his birthday per year?" Yuan Zhou muttered as he stared at his phone gloomily. Yuan Zhou felt like something sounded off with Sun Ming's words, but he couldn't quite identify what it was.
Recently, Yuan Zhou had given red packets to several people for different occasions such as the occasion of a customer's son passing the university entrance examination, and to the marriage of a customer's ex-girlfriend that he had received an invitation for.
The somewhat ridiculous invitations caused Yuan Zhou to be speechless, but he was already used to this. One could say that the behavior of his customers proved that he was loved and respected by them. But Yuan Zhou could not leave his restaurant closed just so he could attend the celebration of his customers.
