Chapter 87
This was a restaurant known on the streets of Xun City for its good flavours. The five people sat around the table, Jian Yan and Bo Jinyan sat on one side, Fang Qing and Luo Lang sat on another. An Yan, as a pretty burly guy, naturally sat on the side facing the aisle.
Jian Yao ordered, while Fang Qing and Luo Lang chatted for a bit; however, Bo Jinyan and An Yan still remained silent.
At that moment, Jian Yao asked in a low tone, “Other than fish, let’s also eat some potato and sweet potato leaves, alright?”
“Perfect,” Bo Jinyan slightly nodded.
“Sister-In-Law, my chicken leg,” An Yan said.
“I know,” Jian Yao smiled.
While they were talking, Luo Lang’s gaze would inadvertently fall on them. Almost as if he was a little agitated, yet also a little disaffected.
At that moment, Fang Qing’s cellphone rang; he felt around for his phone to take a look – it was a number from Beijing.
“I’m going to take a call,” he stood up, yet he gave Luo Lang’s shoulder a pat, tightening his grip to give a little pinch.