Junior, Can You Give Me Your Contact Information?

Qiao Nian did not respond even after a long time, so Ye Maoshan could not help but call her name. "Nian Nian?"

"Huh?" Qiao Nian looked up and noticed that Old Master Ye was looking at her with concern.

Returning to her senses, she put down her phone and explained, "I'm sorry, my friend asked me something just now and I got distracted."

"What did you just say?" Qiao Nian narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and sat up straight.

Ye Maoshan saw the serious expression on her fair face and was stuck. He smiled and said, "It's nothing. I was just telling you about a few restaurants. It's not anything important. It's just that you were in a daze and I called out to you."

Qiao Nian understood and nodded indifferently. "Any restaurant is fine. We can go to whichever one you like. I'm not picky."