Xiao Lin shook the water off her fingers, her fingers slender and fair. She smiled at Xu Xiangbei and said, "Brother Xu, where is your friend? Has he arrived?"
Xu Xiangbei shrugged, deliberately pretending not to see Shan Mingzhi: "He came and then left."
"I'll head to the private room first and wait for you there."
Shan Mingzhi stood there, dumbfounded, watching Xiao Lin go upstairs. Like a swiftly running penguin, he approached, grabbing Xu Xiangbei's arm with a face full of embarrassment: "Bro... Brother Xu, do you know Xiao Lin?"
Xu Xiangbei dismissed it with a smile: "Of course I know her. I said after the meal you could take a photo with her. You insisted I was lying to you, so you better go home; I'm a big liar."
"I'm sorry, how would I know you're friends with Xiao Lin..."
To obtain an autographed photo from the goddess was very rare for Shan Mingzhi. To have a meal with her was, he felt, the best meal of his life.
