Zhu Menghui noticed that when Pei Qianlann said this, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. He speculated that there must be some hidden story, so he enthusiastically asked Pei Qianlann whether she had eaten lunch.
Lunch time had just arrived, and he assumed the other person hadn't eaten, which was why he asked.
Pei Qianlann felt a burst of joy in her heart; her looks were still advantageous. At least from the village to City A, she had gained quite a few benefits because of her face. She knew best how to use her advantage. Now, wishing to return to the life of a wealthy wife, her pretty face was the key.
"Not yet."
"Coincidentally, neither have I. Let's go eat together first, and we can talk slowly. Maybe I can help you."
Zhu Menghui didn't take Pei Qianlann directly to a fancy restaurant, for fear of scaring her.
Since she dressed so plainly, he found a small place next to the school and invited her for a meal.
