"We know each other. We used to be neighbors, but not after he bought his new place."
Zhao Dongming was the type to look down his nose at people, despising anyone he considered beneath him.
In their few past encounters, he'd always been arrogant, so there was no need to elaborate on their relationship.
"I see."
That one "President Lin" was enough to leave Zhao Dongming completely floored.
'He's just a guy who runs a noodle shop. How did he become 'President Lin'?'
But judging by Zhou Hejuan's attitude, she was clearly being very respectful toward him.
'But he's just a cook who runs a noodle shop. How could he possibly be connected to someone like Zhou Hejuan?'
'And even be eating at the same table with her?'
"Manager Zhao, it's getting late. As for the matter you mentioned earlier, there's no need to rush it. We can sit down and discuss it properly when I have some time."
