Zhao Mingxuan insisted on hosting dinner, claiming that Su Zelin, having come from afar, was a guest he must entertain. Zelin didn't compete with him for the host role.
The restaurant Zhao Mingxuan chose had a nice ambiance and was quite decent by Beijing standards. After all, as a lawyer, his income couldn't be too low.
However, Niu Rong was not satisfied.
If it were just for some powerless bumpkin, she wouldn't mind even a street stall, but the guests were not of a low caliber.
"Your classmate is an executive of a big company and has come all this way. How could you invite him to such a restaurant? You're not even willing to spend a little money. How do you expect him to look after you in business in the future?"
"Rongrong, this restaurant is actually quite famous. Last time a big boss took me here to dine."
Zhao Mingxuan accompanied with a smile.
"Come on, what big boss could you possibly know!"
