Fang Zhu gave Lei Qingyi a cold look. He was quite embarrassed and hastened to explain. "The atmosphere isn't anything special but it's delicious hot pot, we come here to eat often."
Fang Zhu didn't say anything. She pushed her glasses up higher on her face. Then she sat down and put her bag on her thigh.
Lei Qingyi rolled his eyes in his head, Did you come here to eat or to assume an air of superiority? Anyone who married this kind of woman would be in trouble, but she was his best friend's girlfriend, and might be his wife in the future. He felt that Lu Yi would be better off if he married a man than if he married her.
