Wang Xiaoliang drove, with Wei Zijin in the passenger seat. She had grown used to sitting there and no longer felt the nervousness she had at first.
He stole a glance at the beauty beside him and couldn't help saying, "Honey, you look so beautiful today that I keep wanting to look at you. That makes driving pretty dangerous."
Wei Zijin's lips curved. "There you go again, you smooth talker."
Hongbin Little Tower.
They arrived before eleven.
People were already lining up outside the restaurant. Business was good, and it was the weekend, so plenty of people had combined breakfast and lunch into one meal.
Wang Xiaoliang was just about to call Luo Bisheng when his phone rang.
"Bro, I see you! Come straight in!"
As soon as they entered, Luo Bisheng waved at them. In front of him was a large table that seated six. As luck would have it, it was the very table they had used for "negotiations" time and again.
Things were different now. Who knew whether its original host, now in Fucheng, had emerged from the shadow of his failed business venture?
The table was already covered with snacks: a platter of freshly cut fruit, potato chips, nuts, and several bottles of brightly colored juice drinks.
Most conspicuous of all was the unopened box of Niulanshan at the corner of the table.
Clearly, Luo Bisheng had bought all of it. He had purchased food and drinks in advance and arrived early to wait for a table, showing just how seriously he took this gathering.
"You got here pretty early!" Wang Xiaoliang pulled out a chair for Wei Zijin, waited until she was settled, then sat down beside her.
Luo Bisheng paid him no attention at all. His eyes were fixed on Wei Zijin, and he