"A suitor?" Yang Yu couldn't help but let a sardonic smile flicker across his face, "You must have quite a few of those, right? I reckon Tang Mo is one of them, am I right?"
Yufei spread her hands in resignation and sighed, "If they like me, there's nothing I can do about it. I really haven't agreed to anything, but they insist on teaching me this and that—I really find it quite helpless, you know!"
"Actually, the one I'd most like to sleep with is Mr. Yang, hehe."
"Don't even think about it," Yang Yu glanced at her dismissively, "Alright, I'm done asking. Just wait for your grandpa to bring the treasure map tomorrow to exchange for you!"
The next day, Yang Yu received a message from Qi Yun, asking to meet him at a cafe in the city center.
Yang Yu took Yufei to the cafe, but no one was at the agreed table.
Yang Yu didn't mind. He sat down with Yufei, "What would you like to drink? It's on me."
"Whatever," Yufei grunted, "Actually, I don't like coffee at all, I prefer tea."