"Hey, Fu Xue, don't you know the rules? Food is the priority for the common people, no matter how big the deal is, wait until I'm done eating to talk about it." Doctor Zhu confronted her without hesitation.
Fu Xue sneered, "Aren't you afraid Young Master Ye will find out?"
"Oh, Young Master Ye knows I'm here eating hotpot. He just sent me three hundred yuan on WeChat, telling me to enjoy my meal," Doctor Zhu said proudly, showing Fu Xue his phone.
Young Master Ye did transfer three hundred yuan to him with the note: Hotpot money.
Fu Xue's lips twitched uncontrollably; why did she feel like she'd been duped?
"Maybe if someone joins me, I'll eat faster," Doctor Zhu said.
Fu Xue: "..."
She hesitated, took a deep breath or two, and picked up her chopsticks.
