"I don't think so," replied Nan Sichen nonchalantly.
Qin Yin: "......."
"Should we have dinner outside and then go home?" suggested Qin Yin, who didn't fancy cooking for him when they got back home. Plus, she didn't know how to cook.
"Sure!" Nan Sichen agreed.
"What do you feel like eating?" Qin Yin asked again.
"Anything."
"But nothing is not a thing to order."
"Whatever you want."
"Oh, okay."
Qin Yin quickly turned the steering wheel, making a swift u-turn. Ten minutes later, the car came to a stop outside a hot pot restaurant.
"We're here." She told Nan Sichen, then opened the door and hopped out of the car.
Nan Sichen exited his game and followed suit.
When he realized it was a hot pot restaurant, he wrinkled his brow slightly.
Such a reaction didn't escape Qin Yin's notice. She turned toward him and snatched her phone from his hand, saying: "Remember, you said it's up to me."
After saying this, she chuckled a bit and walked inside.
Nan Sichen followed her in.
