Yu Mao was surprised and interested to see Huang An here.
He gestured and hailed Huang An,
"Come on up!"
Huang An raised his eyebrows and looked towards the stairs, intended to jog up.
However, he thought better of it and walked up to the second-floor private room at a normal pace.
He felt as if he was in a mysterious fog, surrounded by riddles. To break free from the fog, he must make some unexpected moves!
And this dinner might provide such an opportunity.
He arrived at the private room quickly, taking in the entire scene as his eyes darted around.
There were four people in the room, including Yu Mao.
From the way Yu Mao and the others were seated and their manners, their statuses were clearly defined.
The one sitting in the head position was not Yu Mao, but a man with a black felt hat.
With a square face, the man seemed to have held a high position for a long time. Despite his relaxed sitting posture, his dignity was not concealed.