The waiter pushed open Chuzheng's private room door and put down the items.
"He left?"
"He left." The waiter replied.
Chuzheng handed her some cash: "No one knows about this today."
The waiter accepted the money: "I don't know anything."
The waiter wisely left, and Chuzheng opened her phone to check the contents.
The old man would probably be furious.
Chuzheng thought for a moment and didn't immediately send the items to Mr. Chi. Listening to their conversation, there were obviously other motives.
Things like this are best dealt with once and for all.
Resurrecting problems is too troublesome.
It's better to eliminate them, then all the trouble is gone.
Those bastards just have to make such a fuss!
Chuzheng got up and left the private room. Just as she passed two private room doors, the door in front suddenly opened.
"An Ji, you should reconsider carefully."
"Sorry, no need to consider, I refuse."
