Song Shijun looked to Han Qiqing and said, "What the hell are they doing?"
Han Qiqing shrugged her shoulders, casting a glance at Su Lin as she deliberately scoffed, "Who knows? Maybe they went to do lovey-dovey stuff again. Don't worry about them. Let's order the dishes first."
Then, the three followed the manager to the reserved room.
Meanwhile.
After hanging up the call, Yin Shaojie threw his cell phone into the storage compartment. Glancing outside, he turned the car into an alley.
Mu Xiaoxiao asked quizzically, "Why do you have to wait a while before heading there? Isn't the Imperial Cuisine Restaurant just up ahead… Hey!"
Before she could finish, the car had just stopped by the side. Yin Shaojie turned around and in a swift motion, pinched her chin and pressed his sexy lips on hers.
Mu Xiaoxiao was caught up in the pleasure of the kiss, and she didn't care about her questions anymore.
Suddenly, a car suddenly drove past them.
