"Zhang the Scholar, can you put in a good word for me?"
Zhang Wenliang stood up. "I'm suddenly craving lemonade. Sister Wen Ying, you probably want some too, right? I'll go buy it."
Watching Zhang Wenliang leave without a backward glance, Gao Qiuyu felt a pang of sadness. 'What is the world coming to?' He had no idea why he'd had a brain fart and said all those thoughtless things.
But the words were already out, and Gao Qiuyu could only accept reality.
With Zhang Wenliang gone, only he and Doctor Wen remained.
The owner was in the back, cooking.
They were the only two in the restaurant.
Gao Qiuyu stood there, stewing for a moment before clenching his jaw. "How about this—why don't you treat me? I think I have a serious psychological problem! Why else would I say such nonsense without thinking!"
Wen Ying took out her phone, pulled up a QR code for payment, and said expressionlessly, "Transfer the money."
Gao Qiuyu immediately transferred the money.
