C1055 Do I Look like a Poor Person?

In the town, there were two decent restaurants—one at the beginning of the street and the other at the end. At this moment, in the restaurant at the end of the street, Rong Qi had already ordered food and drinks. Half an hour had passed, and the dishes were getting cold. Finally, the door to the private room opened.

Chu Ping, looking sharp, wheeled himself in and stopped by the table