"Qingqing doesn't really have many friends around, and you seem to get along well with her. I think you must understand her preferences quite well, otherwise you wouldn't have made the special trip to trouble you."
In the car, Madame Zhong was holding Shen Mingzhu's hand, smiling brightly.
Though Madame Zhong was nearly fifty, she looked after herself well and appeared to be only in her early thirties; her hands were especially soft and delicate.
However, Shen Mingzhu was not accustomed to such intimacy, and she took the opportunity of unwrapping her scarf to withdraw her hand.
Madame Zhong's smile remained unchanged, "What would you like to eat? How about Cantonese cuisine? Li Garden has just opened a new Cantonese restaurant where the roast goose is done quite well."
"Sure."
...
Upon arriving at Li Garden, Shen Mingzhu used the excuse of going to the restroom to call home; she gave the restaurant's address and asked Pei Yang to come pick her up around eight o'clock.
