When they were preparing to leave the restaurant, Zheng Xiyuan, Mrs. Wang, and Chi Yue all wanted to snatch the bill.
The waitress looked bewildered and glanced at Qiao Dongyang, who hadn't said a word.
"Didn't this gentleman already sign for the bill?"
Everyone: "..."
An investor is indeed an investor, that's what we call magnanimity. Mrs. Wang thought to herself, and couldn't help but take a few more looks at her son-in-law's business partner…
The group walked out of the restaurant's main entrance.
Outside, the cold air was bone-chilling, and a biting wind laden with sand struck their faces, making everyone exclaim how cold it was.
However, Wang Xueya's body felt warm, her clear eyes like a winter's worth of snow and ice, so clean there wasn't a speck of impurity.
Her heart was beating extremely fast, her cheeks were flushed, and she deliberately lagged a few steps behind, walking alongside Zheng Xiyuan.
"Zheng, thank you…" she said.
