The waiter hastily scribbled down her number and passed it to Li Qinghe.
After the room was ready, she looked around mysteriously and pointed in a direction, saying, "Sister Qinghe, go that way. There are fewer people there, and you won't be recognized. I'll keep a lookout for you!"
"Hmm, thanks a lot."
Li Qinghe nodded, put on her sunglasses, and then walked in the indicated direction.
Xu Fan was about to follow but suddenly got pulled aside by the waiter.
She mysteriously stuffed a box into his hands, pumped her fists at him, and said, "Although I think you're quite a scumbag, Ke Longxiang, since Qinghe has chosen you, you'd better treat her well."
"Cheer up, buck up!"
"..."
Xu Fan, holding the box of little umbrellas, had black lines forming on his forehead.
"Beauty, to tell you a secret, I'm not Ke Longxiang, I'm her lover."
Having said that with heartfelt emotion, Xu Fan, holding the little umbrellas, caught up with Li Qinghe's steps.