Sayon, a certain Western restaurant.
The luxury private room where White Mitchell and his group were located, was only separated by a corridor from the ordinary private room where Will Jones and his group were located.
It had a standoffish effect, like gazing at each other across a river.
As soon as she entered the room, Sherry Jones' eyes were fixed on White Mitchell, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what is going on?
How did you know someone had reserved this luxury private room for me? No wonder you insisted on us eating here, you arranged all of this, didn't you?
Quickly say it, honestly, what is going on!"
In response to Sherry Jones' slightly annoyed tone, White Mitchell simply smiled and explained, "A friend that you know happened to be a member here.
Originally, I wanted to ask him to reserve a place, to give you a surprise, to celebrate with you a bit.