In the evening, Zhao Meng treated everyone to a meal at Lao Liu's Barbecue on a side street.
After the gathering, Zhao Meng paid the bill but didn't return to the dormitory with Fu Yu and the others.
Watching the taxi disappear from view, Sun Qingning put an arm around Fu Yu's shoulder and slurred playfully, "At this time of night, Chef Zhao isn't coming back, something's definitely up!"
Fu Yu chuckled but said nothing.
He was quite happy about Zhao Meng and Dai Li's situation.
After all, Dai Li was a good person. During the time they spent together, she took great care of Zhao Meng, being attentive and thoughtful. She was someone who truly cared for others.
Zhao Meng had been single for many years, and it was hard for him to find someone he liked, so Fu Yu felt happy for him.
Sun Qingning couldn't hold his liquor well. Earlier, he'd been enjoying himself and had a couple more drinks, and now the night breeze was making the alcohol hit him hard.
