Coward

Lu Chen took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it over to the waitress.

The waitress started, glanced around, and said softly, Second floor, 202.

Lu Chen brought Lee Rong upstairs. On the way upstairs, Lee Rong couldn't help but say, You're really a tycoon now, and you've also learned how to use money to get out of the back door?

I like quiet, Lu Chen said. I don't like too much noise.

Lee Rong smiled maliciously. "You insist on eating in the private room. Is there any intention in your mind?"

Lu Chen said in embarrassment: "What plan?"

Lee Rong retorted, What do you think?

After taking a seat in the private room, the waiter followed him and handed him a menu.

Lu Chen looked around and ordered a mandarin duck pot, seven to eight kinds of vegetables and four to five kinds of meat. Then he asked Lee Rong, What would you like to drink?

Lee Rong said, Whatever.

Lu Chen countered, "Liquor?" Beer?