The Owner of Linxian Pavilion

Zhou Ci's eyes sparkled when he saw the person in front of him. After he let Zhou Ye know, he dashed toward Gu Dai.

Out of breath and waving his hand, Zhou Ci excitedly exclaimed, "Daidai, I'll cover today's meal cost. Could you grant me the chance to share a table with you?"

Gu Dai turned, and upon spotting Zhou Ci, her eyebrows knit together in a frown. She coldly reminded him, "Mr. Zhou, we're not close. Kindly refrain from addressing me so intimately."

Instantly correcting himself, Zhou Ci said, "Alright, Gu Dai, would you allow me to join your table? My grandfather is particularly fond of this restaurant. Despite waiting for hours, we haven't secured a seat, as the reservations are full."

Gu Dai's words of refusal halted at her lips as her gaze drifted toward Zhou Ye.

The elderly Zhou was clad in a black Zhongshan suit, his face rosy. Curiously, he peered in their direction.