Ridiculous how Cao Meijuan and Wang Yaolong didn't even notice this.
The remaining guests were all mutual friends of the three. They were still in a state of perplexity, with some hesitating whether to come over and ask what exactly had happened.
The restaurant that had just been renovated half a month ago still bore traces of newness everywhere. But at this moment, in Liao Jianli's eyes, it seemed as if signs of decay had already appeared.
Amid the chaos, Liao Jianli casually hummed a tune with a Peking opera melody, "Watching him set up a high building, watching him feast his guests, watching him... the building collapses."
...
"Mr. Jin, I don't quite get it."
In the moving Bentley, Qi Lingtong, the vice president of Douyin's e-commerce operations department, who was personally driving, glanced at board member Jin Lu, silent in the rearview mirror. Unable to hold it in, he spoke up.
"What don't you get?"
