Yan Qingsi felt that all her difficulties were not difficulties at all with this thought, and all the danger she had to face was not dangerous.
Yue Tingfeng's arm slowly crept over, then finally wrapped around Yan Qingsi's waist. A huge grin was on his face.
…
At noon, Yue Tingfeng brought Yan Qingsi out. "Let's go and have lunch."
Yan Qingsi got into the car. "Isn't Auntie coming along?" she asked, curious.
"Of course not. It's not suitable to bring an old lady like my mother along. It's a little heavily seasoned. It's not to her taste." Yue Tingfeng extended his hands and helped Yan Qingsi to wear her seatbelt.
"What are you going to do?" Yan Qingsi asked when she heard this.
He swiped a finger over the tip of her nose. "You'll know when you get there."
Yan Qingsi did not expect to actually be eating somewhere when they arrived at the destination. However, the place was the club where You Yi had met her.
