Ji Chen did not speak. He just nodded. After a while, he said, "OK, next time you must invite me to lunch."

An Taotao nodded perfunctorily, but she didn't know whether she could do it next time. She led Heibei to leave. When she passed the corner, she saw a beautiful dress in the window. It was a casual dress. It looked so young and energetic. It was her favorite style.

On the other side of the street, there was an elegant intellectual woman in a white dress. Her skirt is constantly spread, like snow-white cherry blossoms, slender legs, feet on a pair of gold stilettos. Her chestnut curly hair...