Ling Tianyu, upon hearing they were going out for a meal and checking the time, had things to do today, as he wanted to go back and produce a batch of Fu Zuan, which he had run out of while over there.
It seems he won't be able to make them today. Since they were going, it was best to just go. After all, she was pregnant, and a minor bump on the road could easily lead to miscarriage, so it was better to be cautious.
"Mm," Ling Tianyu nodded, carefully supporting his sister-in-law as they left the company and drove to the venue. He didn't ask who was inviting them to the meal; he just accompanied her.
This kind of trivia was something Ling Tianyu didn't bother with. He didn't want to ask. He wasn't interested.
The restaurant in Northern Sea wasn't considered very high-end, but it was decent—affordable for the average person.
