"Well..."
Zhang Rui didn't refuse. She just looked up to check Jiang Xinghai's expression.
"How many of your classmates will be there?" Jiang Xinghai asked. He didn't want a large crowd.
"Just five or six of them," Zhang Rui said.
"Then we can just share a table," Jiang Xinghai said with a nod, turning to see the eager looks on Shen Lingyin and Mu Jianni's faces.
The group walked ahead together and entered Xiaofeiyang Hot Pot City.
「Meanwhile.」
The decor was elegant in one of the private booths set against the wall.
The private room was moderately sized, with just enough space for two tables.
Right now, the table was surrounded by people.
A group of young men and women were chatting boisterously, their laughter and banter filling the room with lively energy.
The young women wore trendy clothes and shoes, their faces adorned with exquisite makeup.
The young men, too, each tried to look more elite than the last.
