"Because you're my secretary, and because you're still young, trust me, I'm telling you this for your own good."
Bai Zhi nodded foolishly, "Um, I know."
The car turned at the crossroad and drove for about five more minutes before stopping outside a Sichuan restaurant.
"Get out of the car."
Bai Zhi sat inside the car looking out and asked, "Aren't we going to get walnuts? Why are we here?"
Duan Xingzhi had already unbuckled his seatbelt and also unbuckled hers, "Of course, we're here to eat. I heard from Special Assistant Han that this is a newly opened Sichuan restaurant, very authentic. Don't you love spicy food?"
"But don't you dislike it..."
He remembered she loved spicy food, but she also remembered his taste seemed to be milder. What was the meaning of bringing her here today?
Duan Xingzhi gave her a distant look and said lightly, "My tastes change a lot, get out."
