Qian Meng was about to get up when Mo Qingchen shook his head.
"I'll go out and talk to them. I was the first one to see what happened, right?"
But Qian Meng was stubborn. "They'll ask whose car is it. So, I will need to come out anyway. Let's just go together."
Mo Qingchen looked at the meal longingly and nodded. "I'll talk to them. You pay and come out. We rushed out before without eating and the staff got anxious that we were running away."
Qian Meng cracked a smile before nodding. He wasn't joking. It was a matter-of-fact sentence meant to explain why he was going out first.
She was curious about what he would talk to the cops. But she pushed it down and called the waiter over to ask for their bill.
"Would you like the leftovers packed?" the waiter asked.
Qian Meng thought for a minute before shaking her head. "No, thank you. Just the bill would be fine."
