Song Guanchao chose a table outside a barbecue restaurant and ordered skewers and drinks.
Zhou Qian took out a small mirror from her bag to touch up her makeup, and Song Guanchao couldn't help but chuckle watching her.
Women truly are incomprehensible creatures.
They were about to eat and she was touching up her makeup now?
Ten minutes later, Fu Ying arrived.
Her outfit was simple—a pair of jeans paired with a round-neck T-shirt.
Her simple attire couldn't hide her stunning figure; her jeans hugged her shapely and straight legs, while her slender waist accentuated her rounded buttocks.
Passers-by and other diners kept turning their heads to look at her.
As she got closer, she was surprised to see Zhou Qian sitting across from Song Guanchao.
She hadn't expected that Song Guanchao's friend would be a woman.
And a beautiful one at that.
With hair cascading over her shoulders, she moved with light grace.
Unsure of their relationship, she approached and said, "Secretary Song."