And the task of reserving a restaurant fell on You Mingxu—as she was best buddies with them. You Mingxu readily agreed and then asked, "Mengshan, Old Jing, what do you fancy?"
Xu Mengshan said, "Whatever is expensive."
You Mingxu ignored him and looked at Jing Ping. He was also staring back at her, and on his fair skin, those two long eyes sparkled even more tranquil than before.
Their eyes met briefly, and it seemed as if a glimmer of something flashed in his eyes before he answered, "Anything is fine with me."
You Mingxu didn't look at him anymore, and smiling, she said, "Alright."
You Mingxu booked a Hunanese restaurant, ordered some barbecue and hot pots, and collected a box of white wine from Ding Xiongwei. A group of police officers were eating and drinking merrily in the private room—it was bustling.
