World Trade Center, 13th Floor, Chu Yi Omakase.
"Miss Zhu, I've ordered. What would you like to eat?" The handsome young man in a trench coat, named Zhao Ying, was looking down at the menu.
"Anything is fine." The lady referred to as Miss Zhu was the woman Ning Youguang helped retrieve a purse for earlier.
Her surname is Zhu, now Mrs. Zhao.
At this moment, Mrs. Zhao's expression was very complex, filled with regret and more regret.
"Sigh…" She picked up the teacup, then put it down again. "I'm not feeling hungry, darling, you order a little less."
Zhao Ying smiled good-naturedly, "Then I'll get you a single serving."
"Anything is fine." Mrs. Zhao's mind was entirely not on eating, nor on drinking. "Darling, your junior is really extremely beautiful. Why haven't you ever mentioned to me that there's such a pretty girl at your school before?"
"I did mention it to you." Zhao Ying chuckled.
"When did you say it? Why don't I remember?" Mrs. Zhao's eyes widened slightly.
