After extending the invitation, Zhou Quan fixed his gaze on Au Wing-yan's delicate face.
His eyes lit up when Au Wing-yan nodded her agreement without hesitation.
"Quentin, you have my number, so I'll be waiting for your call next weekend!"
Au Wing-yan smiled playfully. She had heard her uncle mention the West Kowloon Gun God's reputation plenty of times.
Now that she had a chance to see for herself, she certainly did not want to miss it.
From the changes in her expression, Zhou Quan could tell that Au Wing-yan had accepted his invitation sincerely, which made him inwardly breathe a sigh of relief.
The only thing that left Zhou Quan a little dissatisfied was how she addressed him.
Deep down, Zhou Quan had always felt some resistance toward the foreign name Quentin.
"Bella, if you don't mind, I'd like you to call me by my Chinese name."
After a little deliberation, Zhou Quan ultimately chose to follow his heart.
"To be honest, I'm not very fond of that foreign stuff."
He truly did not want the girl he liked to address him by a foreign name.
"I'll remember that!"
Au Wing-yan nodded lightly, her lips curving into a lovely smile.
"Brother Quan?"
As those words left her lips, a hint of bashfulness crept onto Au Wing-yan's face.
With light, graceful steps, she headed toward the banquet hall first.
At the same time, a powerful ripple stirred across the lake of Zhou Quan's heart.
Only after several seconds did he come to his senses, as though waking from a dream, and hurry after Au Wing-yan.
This time, the atmosphere between them was noticeably warmer.
They chatted and laughed along the way, no longer as dull as before.
Just as they approached the entrance to the banquet hall, Zhou Quan suddenly