Xu Baohan stared at her for half a minute before he walked over with his long legs, "Let's go."
As he spoke, he took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her.
An Lan was stunned.
"Wipe your hands," he said simply.
An Lan received it in shock and wiped her wet fingers.
Xu Baohan opened the umbrella and An Lan looked at the umbrella on his head. It was a normal umbrella, not too big or too small. But when she thought about how she had to squeeze under the umbrella to go to the restaurant with him, she felt weird and definitely awkward.
She thought for a while and said, "I'd better drive there. Otherwise I have to come back later to pick up the car. Wearing high heels is also not very convenient."
Xu Baohan frowned and thought for a moment, "Are you sure?"
"Sure."
Xu Baohan nodded in agreement. "It's a restaurant on the left called Home Cuisine Restaurant. It's very eye-catching and has a bright red signboard."
