"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
"Get out of the car, let's go eat."
"I want hot pot."
"Hot pot? What's so good about that stuff? This restaurant is high-end, my treat, don't try to save me money."
"I just want to eat hot pot."
Captain Hu clicked his tongue. Was the girl angry or something?
"Fine, hot pot it is."
...
"I'm going to take a call."
Song Guanchao put down his glass and grabbed his phone, surprised to see it was from Zhang Meilin.
"Hello, Brother Zhang."
"Guan Chao, are you busy?"
"You tell me, what's up?"
"If you're not busy, come over. I'm at Minister Zhou's place, there's something I need to discuss with you in person."
"Okay."
Putting down the phone, Song Guanchao said, "I have something to attend to..."
"An urgent matter?"
"Yeah."
"Then you go ahead."
"I have not been a good host this evening, I'll make it up to you next time."
"Sure." Lin Wanqiu smiled, not minding at all and not the least bit polite.
