Oh my god! Ancestors! What are you saying?!
Song Shi'an's breathing hitched, and his vision went black.
The girls who had originally been gathered around Song Shi'an began looking at him strangely.
How was he supposed to explain this?!
Was he supposed to say he didn't have one—that he wasn't?
Faced with Song Shi'an's predicament, Lu Mingyu was far more composed, leisurely drinking bottled water at the side.
"Ahem! I'm feeling a little unwell. Let's talk another time." With that, Song Shi'an quickly stood up and fled outside.
Seeing Song Shi'an leave, Lu Mingyu had no reason to stay either and followed him out.
The two left the Matchmaking Hall one after the other.
Song Shi'an headed toward the parking lot, but before he reached it, Lu Mingyu stopped him.
"President Lu, is there something you need?" Song Shi'an asked, suppressing his anger.
It's all your fault! Why did you have to say something like that?! I paid for nothing, and now I'm too embarrassed to come back!
Seeing his furious expression, Lu Mingyu was in an exceptionally good mood. "Let's have lunch together."
"That's not very convenient!" Song Shi'an refused.
He was still boiling with anger.
But because the man before him was his immediate boss, he didn't dare curse at him.
"What a pity. I reserved a private room at Yalan Pavilion," Lu Mingyu said regretfully.
A reservation was useless anyway!!
Ah... wait!
Yalan Pavilion!
A high-end Michelin restaurant in Sea City where the average spending was five thousand per person!
Whether it tasted good or not was beside the point. It was truly expensive.
Song Shi'an immediately changed his tune. "President Lu, eating alone would be too lonely. I'll accompany you."
Lu Mingyu's eyes curved slightly. "Then thank you, Assistant Song."
Yalan Pavilion was not far from