Men were playing cards and bragging, women were chatting and gossiping, and at midnight, worried that Wen Nuan might be hungry, Fu Mingyu stood up and suggested everyone go for a midnight snack.
A few cars roared out of the parking lot and headed to a nearby private restaurant with excellent ambiance.
The meal left everyone astonished, almost dropping their eyeballs.
Fu Mingyu, usually cool and distant like an iceberg, would darken his face as if it were the end of the world when someone said something wrong. Yet at this moment, he was as gentle and docile as a lamb.
"Nuan Nuan, let me get you a bowl of soup, warm up your stomach first..."
"Nuan Nuan, the shrimp here is so delicious, give it a try..."
"Nuan Nuan, which vegetables do you want? I'll get them for you..."
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