Ren Ziling took the lead, found a spot to drink milk tea, and sat down—at home, she could hardly get any junk food, the high-sugar, high-calorie kind, basically non-existent in any place at home where things could be hidden.
But after turning thirty, Mammy Ren had completely let herself go and wasn't too concerned about her figure, and happily ordered a large cup of caramel flavor.
Akiko paid the bill.
Ren Ziling's professional gossip instincts kicked in immediately. Instead of sympathizing with this dancing girl, she was frustrated by her choices, "What, you two got together after just a few days? My god, can you really believe in this kind of love at first sight in a foreign land? Girl, you are too young. Haven't you considered the possibility that he might just be toying with you?"
"He... he's not that kind of person."
