Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion.
An elegantly decorated private room.
At a medium-sized square table, Zhang Minghui and Qin Qingqing sat opposite Mo Ziye and Shi Xi.
Shi Xi flipped through the menu in front of her and said to Qin Qingqing, "Miss Qin, feel free to order whatever you like. I'm treating today, and that goes for Assistant Zhang too. Please don't be too polite with me."
At this point, her voice paused slightly, and she turned with a smile to look at Mo Ziye, whose expression was cool, "Even if I can't pay, there's Ziye, right, Ziye?"
"...Mm."
Mo Ziye's gaze lightly swept over the menu in Qin Qingqing's hand. The dish name that nearly slipped out turned into a casual 'Mm.'
"Qingqing, since Ziye has offered, don't spare their expense. Order whatever you want to eat."
Zhang Minghui laughed sensing the somewhat odd atmosphere.
He extended his finger, pointing to the menu and saying to the server, "This, this... and this..."
Everything he ordered were dishes Qin Qingqing liked.
