In Terms Of Skin Thickness. Your Sister’s Skin Is Thicker Than Mine

"Yeah, you really are such a casual person." After Guo Bo finished speaking, they both looked at each other before laughing.

The car stopped in the parking lot of a French restaurant that looked very luxurious and stylish. Guo Bo handed the car keys to the security guard and led Wei Zhijuan inside.

As the two of them sat down at a table near the window, a waiter came over and handed them a menu that was in a crystal frame. Guo Bo did not look at it but handed the menu to Wei Zhijuan. "Order whatever you want to eat."

Wei Zhijuan looked at her surroundings. "It's been years since I entered a place like this. I feel like I do not belong here."

Still, she did not refuse and took the menu. "I'm not very hungry. I'm used to eating at the bar with everyone around 10 p.m., so I won't eat much. Just give me a serving of goose liver and a serving of Luo Song soup. Actually….You know what, you can order it for me."

She handed the menu back to Guo Bo.