Zhu Shanshan dragged Yang Fan into a restaurant across the street without explanation.
The flower-adorned proprietress seemed to be quite familiar with Zhu Shanshan, teasingly said upon seeing her, "Shanshan, couldn't you have picked a different time? I'm swamped right now, and here you are, adding to the chaos!"
"Do you hear yourself talking? It's noon, big sister. Others are hungry, and I'm hungry too!" Zhu Shanshan glanced over, a bit annoyed, and said, "Do you have a private room? Make space for me quickly. The dishes, as usual... Oh, not right, Fanzi, what do you want to eat?"
"I'm fine with anything," Yang Fan replied, withdrawing his gaze from the lady boss.
Though they were in this crowded and lively restaurant, the female proprietress exuded an air as if she belonged to a genteel teahouse—gentle and calm, even her gaze carried an understated elegance.
