Having left the company, Zhang Xiaomeng asked, "Why the long face still?"
Murong Yu rubbed her forehead, "There's so much going on at the company, it's a bit much for one person to handle."
"How could one not look troubled?"
Thinking about Murong Fenghua, Zhang Xiaomeng decided to find an opportunity to bring Murong Fenghua over.
If he did it in his personal capacity, it wouldn't count as breaking the rules, right?
However, seeing Murong Yu so haggard truly made his heart ache, "Come on, I'll take you to a street food stall."
Mentioning food suddenly sparked some interest in Murong Yu.
But as a rich girl, she was somewhat puzzled, "What's a street food stall?"
"It's like a food stand on the sidewalk."
"Ah, I see." Murong Yu half-understood.
Zhang Xiaomeng explained, "Street food stalls are usually lined up along the road, and they often form a row, that's why they're called 'street food stalls.'"
