Zhang Xiaowei smiled faintly at these words, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.
"It doesn't matter, if he really wants to trouble me, then bring it on."
As Sun Qian watched Zhang Xiaowei's calm and composed demeanor, the look in her eyes changed completely.
It was entirely the kind of admiring and loving gaze a woman has for a man.
The group arrived at private room number eight on the second floor.
The waiter immediately followed them in with the menu.
And began enthusiastically introducing a variety of medicinal meals.
What surprised Zhang Xiaowei again was that there were as many as a dozen different medicinal meals, a clear sign that Qin Yuru had really put in a lot of effort.
"Old Zhang, you pick the dishes."
Sun Qian's father politely handed the menu to Zhang Pu's father, indicating him to order.
Zhang Pu's father shook his head and pushed the menu back.
"Today is supposed to be Lu treating you and your wife to a meal, naturally, you should be the ones ordering."
