After Su Xiyang left, Shen Fanyun wandered the streets alone.
Having finished a cigarette, he unexpectedly received two messages at the same time.
One was from Lin Jia. The message that caught his eye read, "Minister Shen," followed by a tongue-sticking-out emoji, asking if he wanted to have dinner together that evening. Shen Fanyun was indeed quite fond of Lin Meiqing's cooking.
The other message was from Li Ruoshui. Since what happened at the hotel, Shen Fanyun hadn't taken the initiative to contact her.
"Where are you?" Li Ruoshui asked, calling him directly.
Shen Fanyun grinned. "Squatting by the roadside, watching pretty girls."
"Pretty girls?" Li Ruoshui paused. Even over the phone, Shen Fanyun could clearly sense the seductive undertone in her slow voice. "Are they beautiful?"
"As beautiful as me?"
Shen Fanyun admitted, "Not even one-tenth, no, not even one-hundredth as beautiful as you."
