Chapter 1416 Doesn’t Your Conscience Hurt?
- Compared to what it’s really worth, that hotel meal was nothing.
- “Mr. Bush, our chairman didn’t mean anything else! He simply wants to comp your dinner. And if you come to Harbor City again, please visit our Baosheng Hotel more often!” The general manager spoke with careful respect.
- “No.” Gale shot it down again. “Whatever happens later is later. Right now, just charge me for this meal.”