Yun Zijin, who had already entered the private room, had no idea that many people in Yungong No. 1 were currently trying to find out her identity.
But Creach had always been very strict about confidentiality. The staff of Yungong No. 1, whether they knew Yun Zijin's identity or not, all gave the same story: they didn't know.
However, Yun Zijin had attended her fair share of banquets, so it couldn't be ruled out that someone might have seen her at one.
Just then, Creach's walkie-talkie crackled to life.
"Go ahead and handle it. Don't mind me."
Yun Zijin waved her hand, giving Creach permission to do as he pleased.
"Do we still need to order?"
Qin Sitong leaned closer to Yun Zijin and asked carefully in a low voice.
"No need. The kitchen should already be preparing it. Someone will bring it up when it's ready."
Hearing Yun Zijin say this, Qin Sitong nodded to show she understood.
