Mo Qianni glanced at him like she was looking at a moron, “Of course. The Dongxing Group isn’t some small enterprise, it isn’t anything strange for us to see him during some public events. However, to be honest that old man truly doesn’t look like a businessman, despite many years of laundering his image, every time I’ve see him I feel like he’s shrouded in darkness, with a gloomy aura that makes one’s heart fluster.”
That goes without saying, how could he be the east region’s underworld emperor otherwise? Yang Chen felt that it’s rather normal for Zhou Guangnian to be that way.
As she spoke to this point, Mo Qianni maintained silence for a while, then said, “As thanks for helping me today, I’ll give you a chance to choose where we eat.”
Once Yang Chen heard this, he celebrated the fact that he no longer needed to follow Mo Qianni to weird places, he thought for a moment and said, “I want to eat hotpot!”
Mo Qianni shot him a glance, “It isn’t even winter time yet, why eat hotpot? The heat from it would cause acne.”
“You said you’d let me choose, well what do you feel like eating?” Yang Chen asked in grief.
“We’ll eat at a roadside stall.”
“Eat at a roadside stall again!? Big sis, didn’t you say that you were giving me the chance to choose!?” Yang Chen bitterly smiled.
Mo Qianni snorted, “Like you said, what I mentioned was chance, not the right to choose, the place you chose has been vetoed, now we’ll go to a roadside stall!”
He painfully shut his eyes. This woman was too unreasonable!
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Half an hour later, Yang Chen depressedly sat across Mo Qianni in Sis Xiang’s roadside stall; various Sichuan dishes were laid in front of them, and the bright red chilies looked spicy enough to kill Yang Chen just from looking at them.
Because it was still early, there weren’t many people in the roadside stall, so it seemed rather deserted compared to the last time. The cool winds of autumn’s beginning blew past, bringing with it a slight chill.