An Mu's hand holding the can was stiff for a few seconds and replied, "Go to his grandfather's house."

"You didn't quarrel, are you?" Murong Yi asked again.

"Why would you ask this? We are pretty good. Why do you think this way?" An Mu replied with some confusion.

Although she was facing her younger brother, An Mu did not want to talk about her emotional problems.

"When he was having dinner that day, he was not very friendly to me, and then he met Chu Tianli again yesterday, so I asked that."

Murong Yi said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that the suitors around you are not very friendly to me."

"Where is there..." An Mu raised his head and took a sip of the beer in his hand.

The hot pot heated up between the two, blurring the vision.

After An Mu had a few bites of silence, he no longer had the taste.

It was not because Murong Yi’s problem just now that she was a little upset, but she kept thinking about Situ Xuan, wondering if he had a good meal, and wondering if he had missed her...

One thought suppresses it, and another thought comes out...

However, she picked up her phone and looked at it several times, but there was still no news or call from Situ Xuan.

If An Mu was still angry when she came out of the company, then she was starting to worry now.

Is it really okay for him to keep shutting down the phone like this? How to deal with the company's affairs?

An Mu was already thinking about whether to visit Ding Lihua and ask Situ Xuan’s grandfather’s house where is...

When Murong Yi saw the girl opposite him absent-mindedly eating a few bites of vegetables, he stopped chopsticks, and then kept picking up his phone and putting it down.

After repeating it a few times, he finally couldn't help asking, "Sister? What's wrong with you? Is there anything else?"

"No."

An Mu shook his head and said with a reluctant smile: "It's just a habit to look at the phone. You know, the head-down clan..."

"It's not good for a head-down clan. Especially when eating."

Murong Yi put the shrimps on An Mu's plate: "You have something to eat, you only ate a few bites of vegetables just now."

The shrimps on the plate are bright in color and look very delicious.

But An Mu still couldn't mention the taste and said a little sorry: "I'm full. So... I'm going to let down this delicious shrimp."

"Let's let the shrimps down? Why don't you say that you let me down?" Murong Yi was amused by her description.

However, Murong Yi soon thought of something, he remembered that Situ Xuan had a vigilant against cleanliness.

It is said that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to Mo are black. Could it be that An Mu also has a cleanliness obsession, and he couldn't help asking: "You don't have a cleanliness obsession, too? If that's the case...that's mine."

"No, no, no, I don't. It's just... I really don't have much appetite today." An Mu waved his hand and quickly clarified.

When Murong Yi saw her saying this, he simply wiped the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to call the waiter.

“Pay.”

"Don't you eat it?"

"I'm here to eat with you. Since you don't eat, I won't eat anymore."

When the waiter came to check out, he saw that the items on the plate on the table had hardly moved much.

"Sir, there are 426 in total... May I ask, do you want to pack this dish?" the waiter asked kindly.

"Pack? Ha--" After hearing this, Murong Yi took out a pure white bank card from his wallet and handed it over, teasing: "Little sister, go and ask the person who takes this card needs to pack it?"

The waiter took the card handed over by Murong Yi and walked to the bar with some confusion.

However, the waiter soon came back with the bill and bank card.

"Sir, your card." The waiter put the card on the table.

Murong Yi was a little surprised because his white card was very noble. Every time he paid for a bill in a five-star hotel, the waiter would show a look of awe.

But why did the waiter at this hot pot restaurant look so calm?

"Are you wondering why the waiter is not surprised at all by this white card?"

When An Mu saw Murong Yi's expression when he took out the bank card, he knew that he wanted to deliberately stamp the waiter's face.

Who told the waiter to ask Murong Yi, who is the most concerned about quality and face, the question of "packing"?

"Well, but... she didn't seem surprised at all."

Murong Yi was not surprised to be fake and sighed: "It's true that it's Province B. The waiters in a small hot pot restaurant are so calm."

"Hahaha..." An Mu was about to die of laughter.

The two walked out of the door of the hot pot restaurant. An Mu did not rush into the elevator. Instead, he took advantage of the receptionist at the door not paying attention and grabbed Murong Yi's arm and pulled him around to the "kitchen" of the hot pot restaurant.

"What are you doing here?" Murong Yi asked with a frown.

The kitchen of this hot pot restaurant is full of greasy food, which looks very disgusting.

"Don't you want to know why the waiter is not curious about your bank card?" An Mu asked sly.

"We can see it when we go to the kitchen?" Murong Yi became interested now.

An Mu took a few steps and pointed to the front: "There is the cashier in front. There are not many people now. Let's go and see if we can hear the answer? Well, if that waiter is not a gossiper, then we will still return in vain."

But it was obvious that An Mu was lucky. As soon as she and Murong Yi walked to the entrance of the restaurant, they heard the conversation between the cashier and the waiter.

"That man thought he could pretend if he was a little handsome. B? He was so arrogant when he took out a white bank card?" The waiter's face turned red, as if he had suffered a lot of grievances.

"I think that person seems to be mixed and blood." The cashier remembered the silhouette of the guest I saw just now, and he should not be too handsome.

The waiter sneered: "Cut, mix the wool? Maybe it's done and add a color contact lens."

Hearing this, An Mu raised his eyes and looked at Murong Yi beside him with great sympathy.

But he was quite calm, but his eyebrows were raised a little high.

Obviously, he didn't expect that he would be despised by the waiter.

"I don't think it's like... it's not that natural, right?" the cashier expressed doubts.

"It must be a mess. I think that girl is just an ordinary person, so I guess she wants to cheat.p."

The waiter had a big brainstorm and continued to complain: "You said, just take a black card with a bank card. What kind of white card is really a terrible laugh!"

"But... I've never seen that white card before, and it seems to feel very different..." the cashier recalled.

An Mu was so happy that his wrist was tightened and Murong Yi pulled out of the kitchen directly.

"What? Are you angry?" An Mu smiled a little badly.

"This is the first time I have heard someone comment on me like this." Murong Yi replied with a tense face.

Some people actually say that his white card is not as good as a black card?
Chapter completed!