The car turned a corner and entered the underground garage, got off the car and got on the elevator. It wasn't until the elevator door opened that Han Murphy took Xiao Xueqing's hand in a very gentlemanly manner and walked into the aisle leading to the lobby.
The aisle is decorated with candlestick-style electric lamps with red shells and shoulder height.
In order to coincide with the birthday party, red floating gauze fell from the top and danced gently in the wind.
Walking in the red-tiled brick walls and antique corridors, she seemed to have returned to old Shanghai in the 1920s and 1930s.
"Murphy, you should choose a cheongsam for me." Xiao Xueqing said.
"Xueqing, you are so beautiful. If you wear a cheongsam again, you are trying to steal the spotlight from your master." Han Murphy replied softly.
I have to say that Han Murphy is a very good person, low-key, restrained, not arrogant, not arrogant, and always personable.
Therefore, his reputation in the business community is quite good, and he is praised by almost everyone as a modest gentleman.
However, she felt that Han Murphy, a gentleman, should be preceded by the word "pseudo".
A man, in his early 30s, went from having nothing to having a net worth of tens of billions. Can he be a good person? Can he be kind?
At the end of the corridor is the restaurant. Looking around, the women are all wearing jewelry and gorgeous clothes, and they are beautiful. The men are in neat suits and have extraordinary bearing.
As soon as he entered the door, the owner, Mr. Kang, immediately greeted him and said, "Murphy, why are you here now?"
"I just got off the plane. I was delayed for a while on the way. I'm really sorry."
"Where is your father-in-law?"
"My father-in-law has just completed a global tour of the Zheng Group and rushed back to Hong Kong. When we parted, he specifically asked me to say hello to Mr. Kang on his behalf."
"Dr. Zheng is so polite. I must treat him to dinner next time I go to Hong Kong."
"Where's your wife?"
"My wife is busy..."
Xiao Xueqing was not interested at all in the boring conversation between Han Murphy and Mr. Kang, and stood beside him blankly, putting on a signature smile.
After a few rounds, Han Murphy seemed to notice her boredom and left her alone to socialize.
And she was happy to go to the dining table alone to satisfy her stomach.
The table where the meals are placed is very beautiful, antique like an old Shanghai street stall.
Last time, when she came to Jingpu Club for dinner, she didn't see this kind of dining table. It was probably specially made for today's birthday party.
There were a wide variety of snacks, pasta, and dinners on the table. She chose a few at random, sat down at an empty table on the balcony, and tasted them carefully.