An Yan suddenly recalled the embrace of the man again, her thoughts becoming restless as she furrowed her brows, then relaxed them shortly after.
"It's just that my phone almost got stolen. There are quite a few thieves around here, you should be careful too."
Fu Jinqiao hurriedly searched through her bag to check if her own phone was still there.
"Good, good, it's not lost. Otherwise, those indescribable photos with Elder Brother would have been exposed."
An Yan: "..."
This kid hasn't grown a bit smarter over the years.
After discussing, the two of them ended up at a distinctive wonton shop and found a corner to seat themselves.
They ordered two bowls of wontons and a couple of side dishes.
While waiting for the food, An Yan suddenly remembered the time she went with Fu Shiyan to that famous wonton shop in the deep alleys of Linshi.
When they arrived, the owner was preparing to close up and go home to celebrate his wife's birthday.
