Three people entered the restaurant, and Li Xiaoru went to the front desk to make a reservation.
Xie Minglang stood beside Charlee Ford, which made him cramped.
"Well," said Charlee Ford, poking him in the arm, "take the initiative later. I don't have to say what to do."
Xie Minglang looked embarrassed and entangled. "I, I am afraid that she is unwilling to talk to me, but I am distressed that she is not doing well now."
"Don't tell me these words, tell her later, you are a man in his thirties, don't look like a little boy in seed of love, come on." Charlee Ford patted him on the shoulder earnestly, looking like a man who had been there before.
Xie Minglang: "…" is speechless.
Li Xiaoru finally set a position and said to them with a list, "Let's go sit down."
At the dining table for four people, Charlee Ford sits alone on the outside, while Li Xiaoru and Xie Minglang sit face to face.