Li Qiao ate distractedly during the meal.
Even though the food at Crystal Garden was delicious, she still felt that something was missing.
Twenty minutes later, she set down her chopsticks with a cold expression, wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, caught a glimpse of the cellphone by the table from the corner of her eye, picked it up, stood up, and said, "I'm going to take a walk."
"Hmm?" Tang Yiting was chewing on a meatball, her mouth corners still adorned with two strands of crystal noodles. She hastily chewed a couple more times and watched the retreating figure at the doorway, muttering to herself, "Why do I feel like she's about to abandon me again?"
Tang Yiting was quite accustomed to this routine abandonment.
Wen Shi put down his bowl and chopsticks as well and glanced at the private room's door, seemingly off-handedly murmuring, "Is she and Shang Shaoyan close?"
Tang Yiting slurped a mouthful of vermicelli and vaguely shook her head, "I don't know!"
