"Who is it?" a few people curiously asked.
Qiao Zheng smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice, "Miss Ruan's master is the one who was wounded back in the day..."
"Young Master Qiao." A girl's voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Qiao Zheng paused his voice, quickly turned around, and displayed a fawning, enthusiastic smile.
"Hello, Miss Ruan! Thank you for inviting us to this meal, it's truly kind of you!"
Ruan Qi was amused by Qiao Zheng's overly fawning words.
She pushed the sunglasses on her nose and shook her head with a smile: "You're here to support me; it's only right that I treat you to a meal. By the way, what were you talking about just now?"
"Oh, just chatting casually." Qiao Zheng had already forgotten the earlier conversation with his friends. He glanced at the exquisitely crafted paper bag in Ruan Qi's hand and said eagerly, "Miss Ruan, is what you're holding heavy? Let me carry it for you?"
"No need."
