The manager looked at the card handed over to him, then at the man with a stern face, as if he owed him money.
"Miss Zhuo, this..."
The manager awkwardly glanced at Zhuo Anan. He originally didn't plan to charge for this meal.
Who is Zhuo Anan? The apple of Zhuo Junyue's eye.
As long as she speaks a few good words, the restaurant's business and status could greatly improve.
"Brother Lu, it's all agreed that I'll treat you to dinner. If I let you pay, I owe you a favor. I can't let you treat me."
At this moment, Lu Mingfei shamelessly thought, owing a favor is not bad either.
If she feels guilty, she could treat him to another meal as compensation.
"I'm a man, how can I let a woman treat? Go ahead."
Lu Mingfei handed the card over. With his commanding and fierce gaze, the manager couldn't help but tremble inside and instinctively took the card.
At this moment, a deep male voice with a hint of joy came through, "Anan, what are you doing here? Have you eaten?"
