Polly Sutton thought about it and realized it was true; once she opened her mind, she wasn't troubled anymore.
"MR·Young, let me treat you to a meal. You gave me a book last time, and I haven't had the chance to thank you yet."
"Sure, I have nothing going on today." Eden Young waved to the people behind him, signaling them not to come over and disturb, "I'm probably around the same age as your father, just call me Uncle Young."
"That's, that's not very appropriate, is it?" Polly Sutton was somewhat shy; it's no wonder many newcomers in the architecture field envied her since all the seniors seemed to like her.
"There's nothing wrong with that," Eden Young replied with a smile, walking out with Polly Sutton to find a restaurant.
They found a restaurant near the hotel. Since it wasn't during meal hours, there weren't many people, and the dishes they ordered were served quickly.
