Shen Bing glanced at Wang Chao from the corner of her eye and felt a sense of regret.
When Wang Chao was taking her picture earlier, she actually wanted to take the opportunity to take a photo with him.
However, the appearance of Zhao Chongyang and Zhao Qiang disrupted her plan.
Now she couldn't find a suitable opportunity for the photo.
"If this were in Canton City, I definitely wouldn't let that bastard Zhao Chongyang get away with ruining my good time," Shen Bing thought to herself.
"Here!"
Just as Shen Bing was lost in her thoughts, Wang Chao handed her a sugar-coated hawthorn skewer.
In his hand, there was another one.
"Huh?" Shen Bing was taken aback.
"Sugar-coated hawthorn skewer, the taste of childhood. President Shen, you must have had it before, right?" Wang Chao said.
As he spoke, he took a bite of his sugar-coated hawthorn skewer.
"Thanks." Shen Bing also took it and took a bite.
