The poor man and his rich man

It's 07:30 in the evening, the high-altitude revolving restaurant of the Royal Edinburgh Restaurant.

Lobo Lake is struggling to keep smiling.

The beef ribs sizzling in front of him, wrapped in black pepper sauce, smelled like hell, and it was a torture for a man like him who had been working all day.

"Let's eat first, Mr. Chen."

Luo Pohu looked at Alpha who was sitting opposite in a suit and leather shoes and thoughtfully poured out a glass of red wine for him from the decanter, inadvertently revealing the Patek Philippe on his wrist, and the smile on his face became even more embarrassing.

"You're welcome, Mr. Mi." Luo Pohu lowered his head, not daring to look at the other person's expression, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Chen...he has already left."

I'm just a top pack.

I am miserable.