Ryan calmly wiped his mouth with a napkin, his expression relaxed and unreadable. After a brief pause, he said in a low, thoughtful voice, "Let's look at the items first. As for the room, Mr. Robert, you can arrange it."
The restaurant owner came over to settle the bill, but Robert merely drew a line through the account book with a flick of his pen. The owner smiled politely, not daring to ask questions, and retreated at once.
Robert then led them back to the private room they had been in earlier. Fresh tea was served, the fragrance light and clean. Ryan took a sip, then casually asked, as if the thought had just crossed his mind, "The first room upstairs… that belongs to the real boss, doesn't it?"
Robert did not even blink. "Yes. But he's not here right now. He's away on business. Ordinary people aren't allowed to enter that room. Even I need permission."
