Thankfully, Shen Yuan hadn't seen it, or he would surely have cursed: Nosey even when eating bland radishes!
When Zhou Peiwei came out of the restroom, Luo Bingying had also paid the bill. The three of them hadn't eaten much, and they hadn't ordered alcohol, spending just over 800 yuan, which is considered low consumption in such a high-end restaurant.
"Are you going back, or will you come sit with me at the bar?" Shen Yuan asked.
The ambiance was already set here; to heat things up a bit more they needed an even more charming atmosphere, and it just so happened he was planning to visit Tipsy.
"We're going back...."
Luo Bingying was about to say they were going back when Zhou Peiwei cut in, "What kind of bar? I really can't do the clubbing kind."
"It's a speakeasy, no dancing, there's a band there, the atmosphere is pretty good."
As he spoke, Shen Yuan looked at Luo Bingying, "It's owned by Li Yuhang and me; he is the major shareholder, and I'm a minor one."
