Ding!
The elevator stopped at the restaurant on the sixth floor.
The sixth floor was the VIP dining room department of Jetta International. It did not welcome outsiders. If ordinary people wanted to hold a banquet, they were not qualified to come here.
Lu Qingqing raised her head and looked at the number '6'. When she thought that Song Ci was the lady boss of this hotel, her heart was instantly filled with jealousy. After marrying Han Zhan, Song Ci, this beautifully packaged fake peacock, finally rose up and became an incomparable phoenix.
How fortunate.
Song Ci stood in the middle of the elevator door and turned around to say to Lu Qingqing, "I'm here, Qingqing. We can meet up again in the future."
Lu Qingqing: "Okay, Mrs. Han. Goodbye."