The Wrangler sped along the wide road, with Ye Feng soothing An Ting from the backseat, finally managing to stabilize her emotions after much effort.
The car pulled into an ordinary street and stopped in front of a noodle shop, named An Xin Noodle House.
The An Xin Noodle House was run by An Ting's father. The storefront was their own property, and An Ting's parents were content happily running the noodle shop together.
"Come in and sit for a while, my parents said they missed you, claiming you hardly ever visit."
An Ting said with a smile, while Ye Feng, feeling somewhat embarrassed, scratched his head. It wasn't that he didn't visit An Ting's family; it was more that the elderly couple was just too enthusiastic, and he was indeed very busy.
"Okay then, Little Ling, shall we go down and sit for a while?" Ye Feng asked Ye Ling, since he wasn't sure if Ye Ling had other things to do and he couldn't decide for him without asking.
