"Ah, I thought there was some trouble. You don't have to apologize to Jing Peng; we take turns treating each other. Tonight's dinner is on me, don't worry about it," said the boy with glasses.
Jing Peng looked at Tang Ying deeply, "Take the packed leftovers home. As for the money you haven't settled, I'll take care of it later."
Upon hearing that, Tang Ying felt delighted.
But within two seconds, she shook her head in refusal, "Brother Jing Peng, there's no need. I'll bring the money to settle it tomorrow. I just rushed out tonight and forgot to bring it..."
"It's fine, you can go home. It's getting late; the road isn't safe."
"...Alright." Tang Ying left the restaurant carrying the leftovers packed by Daya.
As the commotion subsided, Tang Huai went back to the kitchen to continue her work.
Half an hour later, Tang Huai served the dishes for Jing Peng's table.
"You went a bit too far tonight," Jing Peng looked up and said to Tang Huai in a stern voice.
