Rong Yan waited at the bus stop outside Wuzhou Square for almost half an hour before the familiar black car slowly came to a halt in front of her.
The car window rolled down, and before she saw Li Shengxiao, she first caught sight of Cui Jiangjing popping his head out with an enthusiastic grin, "Hi, Little Yan Rong, long time no see, have you missed me~ I've really missed your hotpot!"
Rong Yan's temples pulsed twice.
Soon after, Fu Yi elegantly emerged from the side, his side profile clean-cut, the thin and modest gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge, his thin lips curved like a blooming flower, exuding an abstinent yet gentle aura.
"Miss Rong, sorry for the intrusion, I heard from Cui Jiangjing that your hotpot is delicious, so I shamelessly tagged along. Hope it's not too much trouble for you?"
