The Pinghai Restaurant is a rather famous restaurant located in the suburbs, built by the sea. The first floor is a restaurant, and from the second to the eleventh floor, all are guest rooms.
Looking at the text message, Qin Yin slightly furrows her brows. Going to the Pinghai restaurant at nine o'clock seems a bit late. By the time they finish eating, there probably won't be any transportation to go back.
But her uncle has never taken the initiative to text her, he rarely even calls. Even though they've had each other's numbers for many years, unless it was something important, Qin Yin believes her uncle would never text her and ask to meet.
Qin Yin replied diplomatically: Uncle, Pinghai is too far away, can't we just find a restaurant near the Qin family home?
