Sun Lei Lei's lips twitched slightly; she had never met a woman who spoke so bluntly.
"How about I treat you all to dinner? It's truly fate that we met abroad." Sun Lei Lei glanced at Shen Jue, "Senior Shen, how about it? Give me some face, let me treat you to dinner?"
"We won't go too far, just nearby. I know a very famous restaurant; if you don't book in advance, you can't get a table last minute. Luckily, the owner is a friend of mine, so I can go anytime."
Shen Jue glanced at Rong Qingqing, and it's unclear whether she was even listening to Sun Lei Lei. Regardless, her eyes were shining as she stared at the watch in her hand, and the smile on her face was truly jubilant.
"You like it so much?" Shen Jue asked, his tone and expression filled with a touch of indulgence.
"You don't understand." Rong Qingqing waved her wrist, feeling particularly lonely in her joy.
No one knew—the joy of a survivor getting one more lifetime.
