บท 222: A Prodigal

On the other side, Ye Feng was completely unaware of what was happening on Zhou Shuyao's side.

It was dinner time when he got home.

Ye Baoguo and Ma Xianglan had already prepared a table full of dishes.

The three of them had dinner together.

"Grandpa, Grandma, I've already booked the birthday banquet tomorrow. It'll be held at the Shangri-La Hotel's Fan City branch."

Ye Feng wiped his mouth with a napkin and told the two of them about the birthday banquet.

"The Shangri-La Hotel's Fan City branch? That's the best restaurant in our Fan City, so it should be quite expensive, right?"

Ma Xianglan was surprised.

"A table at the Shangri-La Hotel would cost at least 20 to 30,000, right?"

Ye Baoguo also looked at Ye Feng in a daze.

"Uh... It's almost the same."

Ye Feng nodded his head perfunctorily, and he wanted to get away with it.