122, Ye Qianxiao, who are you chatting with?_1
The thrifty Mo Shangjun, perhaps stricken by conscience, realized that Ya Tianxing was also tired from driving, so after they got Lang Yan's WeChat verification, she glanced at her wallet balance and, with a grand gesture, spiritedly took Ya Tianxing to a nearby barbecue restaurant.
Ya Tianxing, who had meticulously compared the street stall with the barbecue restaurant, was certain that Mo Shangjun had indeed had a change of heart.
Especially since Mo Shangjun didn't choose a buffet.
Barbecue restaurant, first floor.
Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing found an unassuming table near the corner to sit down at.
Ya Tianxing decided on the dishes.
When he finished ordering, Mo Shangjun took a glance and her mouth twitched involuntarily.
It wasn't that the order was too expensive, rather, although they had come to eat barbecue, he ordered half of the dishes as vegetables.
Mo Shangjun's gaze swept towards Ya Tianxing with a chilling intensity.