Lin Bingxuan smiled and responded, "It's okay. Oh, by the way, you just said your boyfriend is an intelligence trader?"
The waitress pretended to be puzzled: "Yes, yes, he is!"
"That's perfect!" Lin Bingxuan was overjoyed and said, "I'm indeed interested in learning about the history of the Northern Border. Can you help me get in touch with him?"
Seeing the waitress's suspicious look, Lin Bingxuan appeared very calm: "Because I'm writing a paper on the Northern Border, I really need someone well-versed in its history to provide me with material."
"Oh, that's how it is!" The waitress dropped her guard and then wrote down a string of numbers on a card, handing it over to Lin Bingxuan: "This is his phone number. If you need anything, you can contact him."
After saying that, seeing it was about time, the waitress put her hands on the handles of the dining cart and slightly bowed: "Then I wish you an enjoyable meal!"
