When Boss Shao was not in, the Shao family's restaurant seemed to lack a worldly atmosphere, and everything would move about as if it had been programmed instead.
Ling Ran just ordered some beef tripes and roasted meat to fill his stomach, and those dishes were considered his lunch.
Only 88 marks could be given to the beef tripes marinated with Boss Shao's secret sauce that afternoon.
For the large Shao family's restaurant, it was practically a polite and fair comment.
The associate hospital director stared at Tian Qi while she ate happily, and he felt curious but uneasy at the same time.
When Tian Qi happily went off to get some orange juice and soda, the associate hospital director quietly tugged Zuo Cidian's arm and whispered, "Is the Rolls-Royce really hers?"
"It should be." Zuo Cidian had followed Ling Ran for some time, so he was very cautious with his words. "I haven't seen her driving license before."