Noon found Chen Mo meeting with Lin Qianjiao at a hot pot restaurant.
It was Lin Qianjiao who had chosen the place, a consumer-friendly venue not particularly high-end; but with hot pot, it all boils down to the same thing. Even with extravagant spending, the selection is much the same, maybe just more variety in the ingredients.
Lin Qianjiao couldn't afford anything too expensive, and Chen Mo wasn't fussy; he was still a student, after all.
On the subject of poverty, Chen Mo was second to none; in order for his sister to attend school, he had even resorted to selling…
The hot pot restaurant wasn't crowded at midday, and Lin Qianjiao had even reserved a private room; it was shabby and small, but sufficient for two people to converse.
"Chen Mo, do I really have no appeal to you?" asked Lin Qianjiao curiously.
"Are you trying to exchange yourself for it? If so, sorry, but I have a score to settle with the right person," he replied.
