Seeing Zhang Shaoting's behavior, Yang Chen immediately recognized that this guy was just a playboy.
As he walked closer, Zhang Shaoting opened his arms to hug Wei Xueqing.
A trace of disgust flashed in Wei Xueqing's eyes, and she gently avoided him, extending her hand with a smile: "I'm also glad to see you, Young Master Zhang. Have you eaten? How about grabbing something together?"
Zhang Shaoting paused, looking at Wei Xueqing's delicate hand, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes. He laughed and grabbed it, gently rubbing the back of her smooth, white hand with his thumb, lightly chuckling, "Of course, dining with you is my pleasure!"
Wei Xueqing smiled and waved her hand, pointing to a nearby restaurant: "How about this place!"
"OK!"
A restaurant located in the commercial street of Zhangkou Grand Hotel must not be of low grade. Just the presence of the seven-star Zhangkou Grand Hotel here ensures that the commercial street below doesn't fall short.
