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The downpour came swiftly and left just as quickly. Half an hour later, the sky gradually cleared.
Liang Weining straightened her clothes, sat in the living room eating fruit for a moment, and then slowly made her way downstairs, calm and collected, to catch a taxi to the dining location in Causeway Bay.
The usual spot, Under Bridge Spicy Crab.
Arriving ten minutes early, she ordered the food and drinks, and, bored stiff, Weining pulled out her phone to update her social status.
Soon enough, Josie liked the post and sent her a private message.
[Sister Ning, can I come to hang out with you?]
At 7 p.m., Pok Fu Lam was likely already finished with dinner.
Liang Weining typed: [I don't mind, but your daddy might not allow it.]
Mr. Chen was strict and wouldn't let Josie come to such a mixed place.
It touched a sore spot for the teenager.
He pleaded: [Sister Ning, can you help me talk to daddy (cute begging roll).]
She chuckled lightly.
It seemed he was quite stifled.
