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"Xiao He, help me!"
"What happened?" Wei He was startled by Yan Kongyue's call. She had been accompanying Tang Zhi lately, and it was usually her who sent messages or made calls. This was the first time Yan Kongyue had taken the initiative to call her.
"I want to eat hot pot. Let's go for hot pot, and bring Tang Zhi along!"
"Sure!"
After deciding on a place, Yan Kongyue grabbed Lin Lang to drive them there.
"Fourth Brother, I haven't seen Lin Qian and the others these past few days. They haven't gotten into any trouble, have they?"
"No, Lin Qian loves to have fun but knows his limits. Last night I heard them discussing going to the amusement park."
"Huh? Why didn't I get invited?"
"We were going to invite you, but we were afraid you'd scold them for being adults going to an amusement park." Lin Lang remembered how Feng Xing had imitated Yan Kongyue's scolding perfectly.
"You little brat! He hasn't been to the amusement park, and neither have I! Ever since I gave them that card, it's like they've disappeared. I haven't seen them for three or four days."
"Next time Fourth Brother will take you!" Lin Lang felt a bit sorry. If he had known Yan Kongyue hadn't been to the amusement park, he would have brought them all along today.
"Well, it's good that I made plans with Wei He and Tang Zhi for hot pot today; otherwise, it would be too regrettable."
Lin Lang smiled but said nothing. He knew Yan Kongyue had gone out to avoid the Huo Family and Jiang Laoshengyi coming over to thank her.
"We're here! Call me when you're done, and Fourth Brother will come pick you up!"
"Aren't you joining us for dinner?" Yan Kongyue blinked her big eyes at Lin Lang.
"You girls are having a date; I won't interrupt."
"Okay, got it! I'll call you when we're done!" Yan Kongyue made a gesture as if dialing a phone before getting out of the car.
Tang Zhi and Wei He were not far away and were already waiting for Yan Kongyue.
"Yan Kongyue, over here!" Wei He looked uncertainly at the entrance several times.
Yan Kongyue had changed her hairstyle today; her silver-white bob cut framed her face, with bangs that looked a bit rebellious. A pair of rose-red glasses rested casually on her nose. She wore a white fitted tank top paired with white jeans, her waist slim without an ounce of excess flesh, and the skin exposed on both sides was strikingly fair.
"It smells so good!" As soon as Yan Kongyue walked into the hot pot restaurant, the aroma enveloped her, making her squint with delight.
"Miss Yan, hello!" As soon as Tang Zhi saw Yan Kongyue, she remembered that night and the cold words she had said before leaving—it was a bit frightening.
"It's me, Yan Kongyue!" She smiled brightly.
Tang Zhi smiled apologetically, though the smile seemed a bit forced.
"Order," Yan Kongyue said. Wei He hadn’t seen Yan Kongyue for a few days and still thought about her, but she wasn’t very good at expressing her feelings.
Noticing the atmosphere between them, Yan Kongyue tried to appear softer to avoid bringing up any unhappy memories.
"Did you dye your hair?"
"No, it’s a wig!" Yan Kongyue blinked and took the menu.
Lin Lang had brought back quite a few trendy items for her, all of which matched Yan Kongyue's aesthetic perfectly. The little girl loved them as soon as she saw them. Unlike Aunt and the others, who gifted Yan Kongyue jewelry or haute couture that she had never worn once.
"You really can’t tell at all!"
After all, they were girls; once they started chatting, they couldn’t stop.
Meanwhile, Lin Qian, Feng Xing, and Huo Jingyu had already moved on to another amusement park.
"Brother Lin, let’s find a place to sit for a bit. I’ll buy you some ice cream!" Huo Jingyu said, his feet aching from walking.
"More ice cream? Why not try something else? You’ve already had over ten ice creams today." Lin Qian was exasperated; he had never seen someone who was nearly six feet tall waiting in line with a bunch of kids to discuss which ice cream was better—it was too embarrassing.
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