"Yiran, you're here too?"
Just then, a surprised voice came from afar.
A young man in Versace walked briskly over, followed by several other young men who were equally impressive in demeanor and dressed in luxury, clearly from wealthy families.
"Isn't that our school's Lü Zilong, Young Master Lü? Why is he here?"
Dong Jiaozhi exclaimed in surprise.
Lü Zilong ignored the others and went straight to Zhao Yiran's side.
"Yiran, you're eating here, should've told me. I would have picked you up."
Lü Zilong said excitedly.
Zhao Yiran remained icy: "I'm just here to eat with classmates, wasn't necessary to notify you, right?"
"Of course. Oh, so these are your classmates? Why are they sitting in the hall? Hurry and call your manager to prepare a private room."
Lü Zilong ordered the attendant.
"Sir, this..."
The waiter showed a hint of hesitation.
"Is this enough?"
Suddenly, Lü Zilong took out a golden card.
"A Gold Card?"
