In fact, Tang Mubei is indeed a young master from a notable family.
He's still a promising wealthy heir.
Qiu Ye looked at him, her brows, eyes, and lips all carrying a slight smile.
She always knew that her taste was discerning and excellent, otherwise she wouldn't have spotted him at a glance in the crowd.
Then, she fell hopelessly in love with him, adored him, pursued him.
Tang Mubei raised his eyes and saw Qiu Ye's gentle gaze, his heart was moved.
Qiu Ye smiled at him, with a hint of tenderness.
"Are you full?" she asked.
Tang Mubei nodded, "Of course, I'm full."
"Then let's go."
Qiu Ye got up to pay the bill at the counter, but Tang Mubei handed over two red notes first.
Qiu Ye was stunned, and the owner was also stunned, then quickly said, "There's no need for so much, just eighty-nine yuan."
This time it was Tang Mubei's turn to be stunned, all this food for only eighty-nine?
Isn't that a bit too cheap?
"Owner, are you sure you calculated correctly?"
