An Rui did not give Zhou Li a chance to refuse and said crisply, "I have to treat you to a meal."
Before Zhou Li could say anything, An Rui put the electronic piano on the school's SUV. After letting her classmates know, she ran to Zhou Li and took out her phone to check the nearby restaurant. "What do you want to eat?"
Zhou Li had been classmates with An Rui for three years and more or less understood her personality.
She was as lively and cheerful as Ye Tian, but she was also stubborn and domineering.
It was hard for others to change their decisions.
Zhou Li sighed. "Uncle Zhou's noodle shop."
"You're only eating a bowl of noodles when I treat you?" Then, she remembered that Uncle Zhou's noodles were a place he often went to during his three years of high school. He must have some feelings for it. She smiled. "Alright, I'll treat you to a feast next time."
An Rui walked to the back of the bicycle and sat on it lightly.
