Her false smile betrayed Zhou Yuanyuan's true feelings, and Yang Yuran could guess who was hosting.
Leaning her face against the icy window, she asked displeasedly, "You haven't settled things with Fan Sirui yet?"
"How could it be that easy to settle things with him, my dad said you have some clever tricks." Zhou Yuanyuan flattered as she sped up the car.
Yang Yuran closed her eyes and tiredly replied, "I'm so thankful Mr. Zhou thinks highly of me. Let's go to Xixiang for a bowl of fried noodles before we head over."
"Fan Sirui is treating us, save your stomach for the feast."
Zhou Yuanyuan sped past Xixiang, crushing Yang Yuran's hope of escaping the situation completely.
Once the two best friends arrived, Fan Sirui warmly asked what they would like to eat, and Yang Yuran directly grabbed the electronic menu to order a feast.
