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Yan Xiaobao ate while laughing, smiling so wide his mouth couldn't close, and even rarely volunteered to share a few drinks with Tang Wenjun.
After happily finishing a sumptuous seafood feast, Tang Wenjun went to settle the bill—six thousand six hundred.
An amount like this wasn't even worth mentioning to Tang Wenjun and Yan Xiaobao, but Dong Ming secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. Just one meal had nearly burned through his entire semester's living expenses...
"It's still early. Let's take a stroll down the street," Tang Wenjun suggested. "Tomorrow, we'll be heading to the countryside to procure stone materials, where the roads could be bad. Mr. Dong wearing a qipao might not be convenient."
"Yes! You're absolutely right!" Yan Xiaobao praised Tang Wenjun's attentiveness.
Dong Yuqing didn't object either. A qipao and high heels indeed weren't practical.
When she came out of the fitting room, both Yan Xiaobao and Tang Wenjun were instantly captivated.
