Fu Siying glanced at him but didn't respond to this remark.
As for Huangfu Yinteng, he didn't say more and headed towards the school's cafeteria. The first floor had regular dining options, certainly with cold dishes and rice now, but the second floor was different, where you could order freshly made dishes, and the chefs' skills weren't bad either.
This is the best high school in Beijing. Of course, if his father were to assign him, the school's educational environment couldn't be lacking.
After all, his father still listens to the family's little fairy.
When Fu Siying saw him take her there, she just raised an eyebrow slightly and didn't say anything, following behind him to the second floor.
The second-floor restaurant was very clean and tidy. The two casually chose a table and sat down, and someone immediately approached.
"Mr. Teng, what would you like to eat?" The person asking had a somewhat respectful tone.
