The dinner gathering came to an end.
Dong Qingfeng settled the bill. Eight people, totaling 500 yuan, about 60 yuan per person, not too expensive but not cheap either.
The boss gifted a can of Red Bull. Dong Qingfeng casually handed it to Cui Yu.
Cui Yu was delighted. Giving him five yuan may not matter much, but receiving a can of Red Bull felt quite significant, increasing his fondness for Dong Qingfeng by one point.
Dong Qingfeng paused at the doorway. Behind him was the aroma of barbecue and the cheerful conversations of the guests. Ahead, outside the door, snow was flying endlessly, the road covered in a layer of white snow, which had been trampled into a jumble by pedestrians. He didn't feel cold; instead, he felt rather warm.
Dong Qingfeng was an old Yuzhou person now. Over the past year, Yuzhou City had become increasingly prosperous, which was quite nice.
He glanced at a few male classmates and asked, "Are you guys going to Meng Gui's house later?"
