Once Qi Sheng and Lai Manling were seated, the atmosphere grew noticeably colder.
Zhuang Xiaomeng's male colleagues, in particular, looked very displeased.
The gifts they had given earlier were mostly things like brooches and sunglasses.
They were pricey designer items, but none of them broke the ten-thousand-yuan mark.
But then Qi Sheng arrived and gave her a Bvlgari pendant worth over four hundred thousand, utterly crushing them.
What frustrated them even more was yet to come.
"Boss, are we ready to serve the dishes?"
A waitress in a blue dress inside the private room respectfully asked Qi Sheng for his instructions.
Even though it was Zhuang Xiaomeng's birthday party, Qi Sheng had somehow become the host.
"If no one else is coming, then let's have the food. Have Zhou Yang cook personally."
Qi Sheng smiled and waved a hand. "And bring a few bottles of Maotai—make sure it's a good vintage. For the ladies, two pitchers of fresh-squeezed juice."
"Yes, Boss."
