It was more than six o'clock in the evening, and the sky was still bright.

Su Yehao sat in a bulletproof Rolls Royce and came to a Sichuan restaurant in Mong Kok. Not long after entering the private room, Miss Zhao came.

It was clearly Zhao Yimeng's treat, but Su Yehao cocked his legs carelessly, holding the menu in his hand and asked her, "Can you eat spicy food? I have been to this restaurant once, and the taste is not bad."

"It's okay, order me a fish with pickled cabbage, and you can order the rest yourself."

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