If I Don't Do Something, I'll Be Letting Her Text Down

Qiao Nian looked up at him and saw that he was looking at her with bright eyes. She put the lighter back into her pocket and pressed the brim of her baseball cap before looking away. "Let's go over first."

She walked in front as if nothing had happened.

Mo Dong followed her and stopped talking about the Chamber of Commerce Alliance and Simon. It was as if their conversation had never even taken place.

Dinner was brought by Mo Dong from a very popular private restaurant in the independent continent.

It was obvious that the food was not cheap. The takeout boxes were all red wooden with exquisite dishes inside.

The taste was light and sweet, similar to the southern flavors.

Because Mo Dong did not know Qiao Nian's preferences, the few dishes were all sweet.