"Xinxin, is it alright if I call you that?" Chu An smiled warmly as he looked at Yang Ruxin.
Yang Ruxin nodded, "Whatever suits you, old sir."
"What's the plan for dinner tonight?"
Yang Ruxin blinked and hesitated slightly, "I'll have someone send it over to you."
"That sounds like such a hassle," Chu An waved his hand dismissively. "Besides, it would be cold by the time it arrived. So, how about we come over and eat at your place tonight instead?" He certainly hadn't forgotten about Luo Wanli.
"But in this cold weather, making the trip back and forth..."
"It's fine—it's just a few steps away. Plus, Luo will accompany me. We're just an old man and an older guy; no one's going to rob us..."
Yang Ruxin's lips twitched slightly. She couldn't exactly refuse, so she nodded, "Alright." She thought to herself, is this another foodie I've run into?
The old man's smile broadened in satisfaction.
