Xia Xindong: ...
"How many times have I said this? If you let Little Nuan call you sister, then you should call me uncle."
"This is just ridiculous, calling out randomly."
He smiled and greeted Jin Ju but didn't want to chat too much, so he asked Jin Ju, "Are you here to eat, or what?"
Jin Ju glanced at the man sitting in front of Xia Xindong.
He looked refined, but he acted like a ruffian.
She quickly scanned him up and down; he's from Hai City. Many men from Hai City like to keep their hair in a "three-seven" part this year and enjoy slicking a bit of hair grease on as well.
When she had come in, she had also noticed the barely concealed look of disgust on Xia Xindong's face.
So, he and this man must not be friends.
Xia Xindong's house is nearby. If they were friends, he wouldn't have brought him to this restaurant to eat.
