Erhu knew Zheng Shaochen. As soon as he walked into the restaurant, Erhu saw him and hurriedly approached, "Young Master, you're here..."
It wasn't hard to see that when facing Zheng Shaochen, he was a bit uneasy inside.
Even though they no longer supplied goods to Qinglin Restaurant, having been at the bottom of society for so long, he instinctively thought that someone like Zheng Shaochen was born more noble than he was.
And indeed, that was the truth.
"I heard my cousin is here too, where is he?" Zheng Shaochen, having grown up being praised and fawned over, naturally maintained his superior attitude when facing Erhu.
Even when speaking to him, his gaze never fell upon him.
Erhu didn't get angry, as if this was the most natural thing in the world, he pointed to the back and said, "Young Master Nan is in a private room at the back, would you like to go over together?"
"Lead the way."
Wasn't that a redundant question?
