Rong Yanqiao booked a barbecue restaurant that has a good reputation.
When we got there, there were no private rooms left; we heard you need to book them in advance.
Today, Rong Yanqiao was bare-faced, wearing a baseball cap and a tracksuit, but as a celebrity, she had an outstanding aura. Even without seeing her face, just from her silhouette, there emitted a strong, dazzling star presence.
Tang Xi suggested that we might as well take a private room for more privacy.
Rong Yanqiao took out her phone, preparing to call Rong Qingze, but at that moment Tang Xi took out a card from her bag. The waiter took it, saw it, and immediately arranged a private room for us.
Rong Yanqiao said with a smile, "Tang Xi, not bad at all, you really keep a low profile, huh?"
Tang Xi didn't know what to say; after all, the card was Fu Tingzhou's.
And herself, just a minor designer at Fu's, using such a card, who would believe it...
