"Not going home for dinner, I'm taking you to meet someone."
Mr. Bo raised an eyebrow, "Male or female?"
Nan Jiaojiao lay on his chest, a mischievous smile on her lips, "Male."
He immediately sifted through Nan Jiaojiao's circle of friends in his mind.
"Brother Pei?"
She pouted, refused to answer, tapped the partition in front, and when Han Chuan lowered it, she gave an address.
The place was far from here, but close to Feisheng. It was a Jianghu cuisine restaurant, with decent but not overly elegant decor, known for its cleanliness and lively atmosphere. The kitchen was on the right as you entered, partly covered by a curtain.
Nan Jiaojiao mentioned the name of the private room, and the waiter led them in.
The door was slightly ajar, pushed open to see a man side-on to the entrance, draping his coat over the chair back.
"You've arrived?"
The man stood from the chair and walked over to hold the door open.
Nan Jiaojiao called out loudly, "Brother."
"Good girl."
