Quan Yifei was truly a food lover, having tried all sorts of delicacies in Beijing. She took Jian Qing to the most famous hot pot restaurant in Beijing.
Enjoying hot pot in the height of summer, with the air conditioning on, was a unique pleasure.
In the private room, Quan Yifei watched the person opposite her, who was eating without breaking a sweat, a twitch at the corner of her mouth.
She couldn't help but ask, "Jian Qing, don't you think it's too spicy?"
She considered herself a spice fiend, but this person outdid her.
Jian Qing, "It's okay."
Quan Yifei fell over, "…"
Halfway through the meal, Quan Yifei put down her chopsticks, "Jian Qing, do you know that Xiang Cheng's legs are paralyzed, and he's also become mute?"
"Huh?" Jian Qing looked at her, a flash of puzzlement in her eyes.
She remembered that she was the one who had crippled Xiang Cheng's hands, but she didn't remember ruining his legs.
