"Mr. Liu, you really should take me to the Bloody Restaurant for a big meal."
As soon as he entered the Clinic, Lao Si pretended to complain.
The wound hadn't healed yet, and now he had to pay the "restaurant tax", it was simply killing him.
"Sure, sure, sure, once I'm free, I'll book a Planet Level private room, and we'll have a good gathering."
Liu Zheng laughed.
He'd been at the Bloody Restaurant for so long and hadn't even dined at his own place, it was indeed time to seize the opportunity and indulge a bit.
Otherwise, when the instance concludes, he would have never properly savored the delicacies of the Bloody Restaurant.
Yeah, and at that time, specifying Britain for the service sounds delightful.
"Mr. Liu, if you don't want to treat us to dinner, just say it."
Lao Si squinted and said.
Waiting for Liu Zheng to have time might take until his grandson has a grandson.
"Then you guys eat, I'll just come over and have a drink with you, how's that?"
