Just as we walked to the entrance of the revolving restaurant, Harry suddenly turned back to look at me.
"Jeremy should not have been here, right? After all, it's very expensive here."
I had no choice but to show a faint smile when I was inexplicably cued.
I really hadn't been here before.
My family had so many properties. When I just returned, my sister often took me to eat, drink and have fun all over the country.
Later, when I had to go to school and didn't have time to play, she invited the chef directly to the house to cook for us.
Although I hadn't eaten at this restaurant, it was owned by my family, and the chef came directly to our house for service. There was no need to come here.
Harry, however, took my reaction of smiling without saying anything as a sign of my embarrassment, and he continued to brag to me.
"I often come to this restaurant. I am a VIP here. I can introduce it to you when we go in."
A classmate interrupted, "It seems that many people are queuing. Will we have to wait for a long time?"
Harry proudly shook his head, "VIPs don't need to queue."
Suddenly, a classmate shouted, "Hey, isn't that the school belle Yara Lewis?"