Tian Chuxi chatted idly with Zhang Yang while cooking hotpot, and before they knew it, they had been eating for over half an hour.
"I haven't eaten this comfortably in ages." Her face was full of satisfaction.
"If you like it, come more often. Public figures are people too. What's wrong with having hotpot? Even if someone recognizes you, it's not like you'll cause a traffic jam," Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"You think I'm making a fuss?" Tian Chuxi shot Zhang Yang a faint glare. "If it were you, would you rather finish your meal quietly by yourself, or be watched and disturbed, unable to even eat in peace?"
"Alright, I wasn't being empathetic enough." Zhang Yang smiled, his gaze settling on Tian Chuxi. "Where are you going later? Want to come over to my place for a while?"
"No. You should just take me home." Tian Chuxi seemed to see straight through his intentions at a glance.
Zhang Yang smiled, unconcerned.
"Sure. Where do you live?"
"I have an apartment at Banyue." As Tian Chuxi spoke, she gently put on her mask.
The Banyue Tian Chuxi referred to was Banyue 108, located in the China World Trade Center CBD. Its location was beyond reproach, facing the China World Trade Center landmark, CITIC Tower, from across the distance—only five hundred meters away in a straight line.
It was said that quite a few celebrities lived there.
The two quietly and discreetly left Soup King Hotpot, heading straight down to the underground parking garage.
To avoid drawing attention as much as possible, Tian Chuxi had not driven herself. Instead, she got into Zhang Yang's Ghost, and the two quietly headed for Banyue 108.
As night fell, the Ghost silently pulled up outside Banyue's entrance.
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