In the afternoon, Ye Que drove his family to a fancy hotel for a lavish meal.
After all, it was Shen Qiyu who was treating, and it was rare to fleece him, so they had to do it thoroughly.
By the way, it was an opportunity to congratulate him, as after several years of trials and tribulations, he finally obtained the true teachings and won a beauty's heart.
The stretch limo came to a steady stop downstairs at the restaurant, and the hotel staff quickly came over to open the doors, awaiting the passengers to disembark before parking the car.
The family of five, looking dust-covered from travel, walked into the hotel, each of them dressed to the nines with outstanding poise – clearly belonging to the upper echelons of society.
The hotel manager hurried over to greet them, and he asked Ye Que, "May I know if you are…"
"We have a reservation under Shen Qiyu's name," Ye Que interjected before the manager could finish his sentence.
