Minghua was a mid-sized banquet hall, and it felt particularly spacious with only ten tables set up.
The hotel had spared no effort in decorating the hall lavishly, complete with a separate stage boasting an extravagant lighting and sound system.
Han Lie arrived relatively early. Just as he reached the hall entrance, he was intercepted by the catering manager.
This man was here to curry favor.
Previously, Han Lie had only specified a general price range and booked ten tables without formally selecting the dishes. Thus, the manager needed to consult him for specific requests.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the manager, Han Lie pushed Liang Wu forward.
"You handle it."
Liang Wu's head throbbed. I don't understand any of this, and now I have to handle it? How am I supposed to do that?!
With less than thirty minutes before the banquet was scheduled to begin, she had no choice but to bite the bullet.
