On a Saturday, any restaurant on Chunxi Road was guaranteed to be packed, with a line out the door, as long as the food wasn't completely awful.
The winter hot pot meal warmed everyone up, and they all began to shed their heavy coats, revealing the clothes they wore underneath.
The graceful figures and dispositions of the four women, who had been practicing dance for years, attracted the gazes of numerous men in the dining hall.
Wu Yun and his friends were at a square eight-person table in a semi-private booth within the main hall.
The two couples sat across from one another, while the remaining single men and women sat grouped together, making the dynamics at the table clear at a glance.
Several guys at the next table kept staring their way, worked up by the sight of the beautiful women who were laughing so vivaciously.
Eventually, one of them, his face beet-red, was goaded into walking over. He approached Qin Rui and the others from behind, holding a glass and his phone.
