"Feng Haiyang?" Zhan Yun looked at the driver in surprise.
Although Zhan Yun had beaten up Feng Haiyang, Feng Haiyang was quite resilient. At this moment, he even had a playful and smiling face, "It's me."
"Why are you here?" Zhan Yun asked in surprise.
Feng Haiyang chuckled, "The old lady was worried about you all being women, not familiar with the roads, and not knowing how to order, so she sent me to help out a bit."
Zhan Yun's face twitched. Could that blockhead Feng Haiyang even talk properly? What did he mean by all being women? Didn't he count as a man?
After Feng Haiyang's words had fallen, a few women immediately burst into laughter: "Right, right, here, except for Haiyang, we're all women. It's more convenient to have Haiyang taking care of us."
Feng Haiyang chuckled again, then inquired to Zhan Yun, "Someone mentioned going to Middle Street just now, and you're treating, so we'll follow your lead."
