The bald man came back to his senses. He wanted to look outside the door again, but the door was already mostly closed by Zhao Haitang.

In desperation, the bald man could only sigh.

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At the same time, Zhao Minglan and Yang Lei were already sitting at the dinner table, preparing to order.

Yang Lei seems to be a frequent visitor here, and the waiters at the state-owned hotel are very enthusiastic towards him.

"Hey, little Yangzi, the sun rises in the west. This is the first time I've seen you bring a girl here to eat." The waiter joked.

Zhao Minglan was about to retort, but Yang Lei said first: "Yes, sister, for the first time, sister, look at what good dishes we have here, give me two, and then... three more bowls of rice."
Chapter completed!