C67 A six-dollar spicy bath
"Come, please sit in the Ruozhu."
Xiao Junyan avoided Xu Qingmo, still smiling like the spring breeze. He bent down and pulled a chair, then extended his hand out to Lin Ruochu.
Xu Qingmo naturally did not sit down. He arrived at the table at a speed not much slower than Xiao Junyan, opened up a chair, and glanced at Lin Ruochu.
Lin Ruochu did not hesitate