Jian Yanyan glanced at him, smiling ambiguously, and said, "Young man, what's your name? You seem to have quite a bit of good luck with women. That lady just now looked like a wealthy person. Has she taken a liking to you?"
Su Junhao coughed lightly and said, "Nothing like that, she's just a regular customer at the restaurant. We just exchanged a few words."
"Hey, didn't you say you were new here? How come you know the regulars?" Jian Yanyan's question left Su Junhao suddenly a bit frustrated, realizing he had underestimated her intelligence.
"Oh, she's a regular at the restaurant I used to work at. I just got transferred to this one." He lied off the top of his head.
"Oh, that's how it is." Jian Yanyan nodded and said, "I think you're a nice person. What's your name? Do you have a partner?"
Three black lines appeared on Su Junhao's face. This woman, upon meeting a man, would ask if he had a partner—was she casting a wide net or what?
