Qiao Nian didn't know that the person she had randomly met on campus actually knew Fu Ge.
She had already arrived at the supposedly authentic Mongolian hot pot place.
"Miss Qiao, we're here."
The car drove into a quaint alley and stopped outside. It was Saturday, and Ye Wangchuan seemed to have taken her to a tourist attraction, as the narrow alley was full of bustling tourists. All sorts of different accents could be heard, along with many small shops of 10 square meters on both sides of the road. These shops sold porcelain, antiques, and beaded necklaces for 10 yuan.
She thought it would take a long time to get to the place he wanted to eat at. Who knew that after walking for a while, they stopped in front of a courtyard.
In the front street, the chatter of bustling tourists was very loud. A distance of one street away was a winding path, quiet and leisurely.
A big sweet-scented osmanthus tree was also planted in front of the door.
