The setting sun vanished between the city's towering buildings, as neon lights began to brighten, painting the urban landscape with a kaleidoscope of colors.
The breath of night started to permeate the air.
"That Manager Fan should be punished!"
Lin Baici's voice was disinterested and flat.
"Huh?" Hua Yue Yu was startled, realizing that Bai Ci also harbored unresolved feelings, "If you're upset with him, I'll expose this restaurant!"
The GoPro action camera pinned to the strap on Hua Yue Yu's chest had been running all this time.
She brought it partly out of professional habit, to capture video material, and partly because it was a significant occasion after many days to meet with Lin Baici again—recording the encounter for posterity and reminiscing about it later.
"Is that car really expensive?"
Lin Baici was referring to the black Mercedes parked beneath the parasol tree, which, given its elongated shape, appeared to be something ordinary people couldn't afford.
