"Brother Song Yun, where are we going to eat?" Xu Ying asked, hugging Song Yun's arm.
Song Yun pondered for a moment and said, "Let's have Shen Yan take us then, Beijing is his turf!"
After speaking, Song Yun's phone rang. He took it out to check and his expression changed slightly; it was a call from Mao Shan.
"Haha, Brother Song Yun, I heard you just dealt with Madman and Tie Tou?" Mao Shan's voice sounded very excited.
"Well, it went alright!" Song Yun glanced at Xu Ying, who was hanging onto his arm like a koala, and said somewhat awkwardly.
