The waiter discreetly glanced at Zhou Wang's Rolex Meteorite Daytona on his wrist, then he said, "Please wait a moment, sir, I'll go consult with the manager."
It wasn't until the waiter hurried away that Chen He and Ji Xiaoxi snapped back to reality. Chen He, still a bit stunned, exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Zhou, this... just for a smoke, isn't it unnecessary?"
"For someone who has a smoking habit, you can't just say 'just for a smoke,' and I'm not going to smoke only one cigarette tonight; it would be such a hassle back and forth."
Zhou Wang shook his head and smiled, "I'll take care of today's bill; after all, it's you accommodating me, it wouldn't be right for you to pay."
"Mr. Zhou, it's not that I'm worried about..."
Chen He chuckled awkwardly, but he couldn't find any words to refuse.
The waiter returned quickly, accompanied by the manager of Po Restaurant.
"May I know your last name, sir?"
