Gu Mei's voice was hoarse, but she tried to make it soft and coquettish.
"Young Master Qi, don't be angry, I didn't mean to upset you."
Listening to Gu Mei's coquettish tone, Qi Shaoze's face showed disgust, and his mood became even more irritable.
"Huh, you're not just being unintentional, you're doing it on purpose! Gu Mei, forget the meal, and stay away from me in the future."
He was about to hang up the phone.
"Young Master Qi, I'll come, I'll come for the meal. Don't hang up, tell me the address, I'm coming now." Gu Mei's tone was desperate, still coquettishly pleading with Qi Shaoze.
Qi Shaoze casually mentioned an address and quickly hung up.
In an old and shabby little restaurant, Qi Shaoze sat in the farthest corner.
He looked at the chair opposite him, remembering Gu Qingcheng once sat there and had brought him here for a meal.
