Since Chen Ming said he would reimburse him earlier, he wasn't shy about it.
Before starting the main course, it's proper to have a set meal.
Old Wu settled things at the reception, found a recliner, and lay down.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and relax, he noticed a familiar face from the corner of his eye.
A middle-aged man with a mustache, flanked by three people, walked to the other side of the foot massage parlor.
Old Wu whistled and said, "Yo, quite the entourage today? Wasn't it just one before?"
The middle-aged man turned to the source of the sound, somewhat surprised, and said, "Old Wu? What brings you to a place like this?"
"Just here to take care of some matters."
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and asked, "What matters?"
"Just some minor stuff, already finished. I'll be leaving tomorrow."
The middle-aged man felt slightly relieved and, not wanting to chat further with Old Wu, said as he walked away, "Well then, safe travels."
