Ji Xueyao noticed Zhao Dong was somewhat distracted and stopped in her tracks. "Zhao Dong, what's wrong?"
Zhao Dong snapped back to reality, took another glance at Ding Lan's car, and then smiled. "It's nothing. Let's go."
The two of them entered the restaurant. Just as they stepped into the lobby, they saw a few people. When Zhao Dong's gaze fell upon them, he was momentarily taken aback.
It was Ding Lan, and with her were her parents.
Ding Lan's parents were beaming, dressed like wealthy socialites. Her father, Ding Xingteng, had been nothing more than a factory worker in his early years, while her mother, Tian Fangmei, was a clerk at the same factory. Back then, Ding Lan's family was just an average household.
