"I'm staying to see the male god," Zhou Tiantian raised her hand, holding the report.
Wen Wan immediately refused, "No, if you stay, I'll feel embarrassed! Be good, go back by yourself, and I'll treat you to a big meal later."
"You're all about romance and no friendship!" Zhou Tiantian grumbled and left very reluctantly.
Mo Siluo chose Diyang as the place to treat her, and Wen Wan's little heart trembled. She estimated that this one meal would directly send her living conditions back to the dark ages. Her biggest worry was whether her wallet could even handle the final bill.
Mo Siluo only ordered four dishes and a soup—not too many, but... he also requested a bottle of wine, a '82 Lafite from France.
Wen Wan felt like crying without tears.
When she saw the waiter uncork the red wine, Wen Wan unconsciously bit her lip hard. That expression remained etched in Mo Siluo's memory for many years later, as if what was pulled out was not the cork, but a piece of flesh from her body.
