Shan Minglang was cheerful, and the man in front of him, although he didn't know him, didn't stop him from joking around.
Su Xiaomeng went to the washroom to wash her hands and said to Zeng Xiaocheng,
"It's actually my oversight. I should have taken you, Mr. Zeng, to the best restaurant in Beijing for dinner. But after learning from you this afternoon, I just forgot..."
"It's okay, I think the food Ming Lang brought smells great. Home-cooked meals can't compare to those made by restaurant chefs, can they?"
Hearing Zeng Xiaocheng say this, Su Xiaomeng felt a bit more at ease.
"I'll go wash my hands too."
Zeng Xiaocheng said, striding out with his long legs, walking so confidently, as if someone would watch his back as he went to the restroom.
Feigning calm and composed as he entered the restroom, once the door shut, his face lit up with a cheerfully exuberant expression, though he made no sound!
