Chiang Xiao laughed, "Itâs fine, letâs eat."
"If youâre not worried about the cost, then Iâm certainly not going to worry for you," Jin Lei said, immediately signaling the classmates to pick up their chopsticks and start eating.
"Eat, eat, eat. We agreed, after graduation, whoever makes it big has to invite everyone to Fuxi for a meal! Chiang Xiao is setting a great example here!"
"Learn from Chiang Xiao!"
"Thank you, Boss Chiang!"
"Call her Master Xiao Chiang!"
The room was lively, filled with constant laughter and chatter.
Ye Wanqing arrived fashionably late at this time.
She wanted to be the last one to arrive, hoping everyone would be there so that she could embarrass Chiang Xiao.
She didnât know what kind of gift Deng Qingjiang would bring, but she knew it wouldnât be anything good.
"Hello, do you have a reservation?" A waiter greeted her as she walked in, his expression slightly changing upon seeing her.
"Uh, there are classmates from the Fine Arts Academy gathered here..." Ye Wanqing was reluctant to say it was Chiang Xiao hosting, as it would make her feel less dignified.
Even though it was indeed Chiang Xiao hosting.
"Alright, may I ask who made the reservation?"
She didnât want to say it, but the waiter asked anyway.
"Chiang Xiao."
Ye Wanqing had no choice but to say Chiang Xiaoâs name.
Actually, the waiter had already recognized her. Chiang Xiaoâs drawing was very realistic and captured Ye Wanqingâs facial features perfectly, so she was easily recognized.
"This way, please."
Ye Wanqing said, "Wait a minute, I have something to bring in."
At this point, the gift from Deng Qingjiang should have arrived, right? Why hasnât it?
Meanwhile, outside, a man was limping over.
He was wearing an old gray-blue cotton jacket with several patches, a greasy, dirty-looking woolen hat, with his hands tucked into his sleeves crossed over his chest. He wore liberated shoes with holes, emitting a sour smell, unclear how long he hadnât bathed.
The manâs face was dark, covered with wrinkles, his lips cracked, teeth yellow and black, with a grayish backpack slung over one arm.
He limped along, looking back every few steps. Not far away, under a tree, a man wearing a cotton mask so that his face couldnât be seen gestured towards him, making a chopping motion.
The man shivered and hurried to the restaurant.
He remembered what that man had told him.
"If you donât do as I say, Iâll have someone chop off your fingers one by one, stuff them into your mouth, and make you swallow them."
Thinking of that manâs sinister gaze made his spine tingle with fear, and he didnât dare to look back, hurriedly limping into Fuxi Restaurant.
Then he saw Ye Wanqing.
That was it. The person had told him to follow a beautiful girl in her late teens wearing pink and simply say he was looking for Chiang Xiao.
However, this restaurant looked really luxurious.
Could Chiang Xiao really be doing so well in the Capital City?
Actually inviting the entire class for a meal here?
Chiang Laoer truly got lucky, who wouldâve thought the granddaughter he raised would turn out so successful?
If only he could stay in Capital City and enjoy a good life, wouldnât that be splendid.
Just as Ye Wanqing was waiting for Deng Qingjiangâs gift to arrive, she suddenly saw a man who looked like a beggar approach her, a pungent sour smell wafted over, causing her to involuntarily cover her nose with her fingers and take two steps back.