There's the hotpot restaurant ahead.
In winter, everyone wants to eat something hot to warm their bodies. Hotpot is the most suitable, and the hotpot restaurant is booming with business, with cars coming and going in front of it.
Many people are moving stools to sit or stand by the door, pacing back and forth—they're waiting in line for a table.
Luckily, Chang Jiawei had reserved a spot early, bringing her into the restaurant to find the owner. They managed to bypass the long line and go straight inside, sitting at the best table in the back.
The two had just sat down when they heard footsteps approaching.
A waiter brought a person to them.
"Hi," Chang Jiawei looked up and greeted his old classmate.
Fu Xinheng squinted dangerously at him: You hung up on me halfway through our call and didn't answer my calls?
"Have a seat," Chang Jiawei said to him.
What seat? Fu Xinheng turned his head and noticed Student Xie, who was previously unnoticed in the inner seat.
