"I can tell you come here often, coming alone must be lonely." Rong Qingqing nodded, "You make a recommendation."
Rong Kuo chuckled softly, saying, "You and my sister have similar personalities."
Both are sharp-tongued.
Rong Qingqing touched the tip of her nose, feeling a pang of sadness.
Not similar, she was exactly the same.
"No matter how similar, it's not the same." Zhao Junxi casually remarked while flipping through the menu.
Rong Kuo was silent for a few seconds, then just went, "Hmm."
Rong Qingqing got angry and kicked Zhao Junxi.
Zhao Junxi, caught off guard, let out a yelp and turned to look at the instigator. Seeing her still glaring at him, Zhao Junxi put down the menu and stared at Rong Qingqing for a few seconds.
As if he suddenly discovered something.
"Why are you staring at me? I know I've grown up to be pretty, but no matter how good-looking I am, staring won't order food!"
