Upon hearing this announcement, a group of people turned around and saw a familiar figure on the road.
"Dr. Tao, did you buy them dinner?" Wei Tianlang called out.
Tao Zhijie just arrived and, after a moment of surprise, replied with a mysterious smile, "It shouldn't be me, it's Xiao Song. I saw the car Xiao Song was in."
Immediately, a taxi drove up in front of everyone. Song Xueling emerged from the back seat, looking the same as always, carrying a brown literary-style briefcase on his shoulder. A silver minivan followed behind the taxi, sporting the logo of Staryue Hotel, as it turned into the neighborhood under guidance.
"Let's go upstairs to eat, it's cold," Cao Yong said to everyone.
The weather was quite chilly, with the north wind blowing sharply, making everyone shiver. But gathered together, everyone was noisy and cheerful, not feeling cold, only warm all over. The group chatted and laughed as they headed upstairs.
