At 5:30 in the afternoon, Mo Shangjun arrived at the central square and found Liang Zhiqiong, who was sneakily observing from a distance.
She had mentioned beforehand that she was treating Liang Zhiqiong to dinner.
"That Chu person isn't coming this time, right?"
The moment she saw Mo Shangjun, Liang Zhiqiong looked around and asked bluntly.
"Nope," Mo Shangjun replied nonchalantly.
If she invited Chu Feiyin again, who knows what kind of bizarre behavior Liang Zhiqiong might exhibit.
"Alright then. So, what are we eating?" Liang Zhiqiong showed a satisfied expression, then clapped her hands and said, "I'll be leaving soon, so let's keep it simple."
Mo Shangjun glanced at her indifferently. "I already got you leave; you can return tomorrow."
"What?"
Liang Zhiqiong, who was scouting for restaurants, froze at her words and stared at Mo Shangjun in shock.
"Consider it compensation for helping me out," Mo Shangjun shrugged.