"How did I cause trouble?"
Wen Qiao blinked innocently, her clear, peach-blossom eyes seeming like little hooks that tickled one's heart.
"Let's go eat at this place, what do you think?" Fu Jinghen cleverly shifted the topic and did not continue on this subject with Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao glanced briefly and nodded, "I'm fine with anything, I'm not picky."
Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao, she wasn't picky?
The young girl was particularly choosy when it came to food. She only ate potatoes shredded, not sliced. She disliked apple skins, and he had to cut the apples into pieces before she would eat. Although she didn't eat carrots, if a dish required them, they had to be included.
The phone went around the circle and returned to Qi Ming's hand. Seeing that the other three had no objections, he declared, "Then let's go to this one."
The elevator reached the first floor, and the doors slowly opened.
Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao were the first to walk out.
