"So, you're Lin Feng, right? Nice to meet you. I'm Tang Rou's best friend. My boyfriend has already made a reservation at the Hilton Hotel for dinner tonight. He wants to invite you two as well. I hope you're available? The seats are already booked; you're not allowed to decline!"
Arriving at the dormitory building, Zhou Caifeng, heavily made-up and striking an exaggeratedly sexy pose, said this to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng felt like throwing up just looking at her. He glanced at Tang Rou, who wore a helpless expression. Steeling himself, he replied, "Alright, thank you. Since you've kindly invited us and you're Tang Rou's best friend, it would be disrespectful to refuse."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Caifeng smirked arrogantly and then called her boyfriend. A little over ten minutes later, a white BMW pulled up below Tang Rou's dormitory, and a man in a white suit stepped out.
