Qiao Chuchu smiled awkwardly: "How about... I treat you to a late-night snack."
Wang Ziqing glanced at Qiao Chuchu and nodded.
In her heart, Qiao Chuchu considered Wang Ziqing a friend, a friend like her who stands up against injustice with a strong sense of justice.
She took Wang Ziqing to her favorite street food stall.
Although the food stall didn't look particularly clean or hygienic, it was Qiao Chuchu's favorite place, where she could drink to her heart's content, have boisterous conversations, and act as she pleased without worrying about her image. Sitting at the stall, listening to the random chatter from nearby tables, was what Qiao Chuchu loved most.
Qiao Chuchu was delighted. Despite Wang Ziqing's cold demeanor, he was a good listener. She would talk, and Wang Ziqing would listen, occasionally chiming in with his opinions.
