C183 Planning

On the second floor of Fushun Restaurant, there was a table near the window. The table was filled with delicacies, and both Wu Junyan and Yinzi were looking forward to it. Their stomachs growled for a long time.

"Where did Brother Ye go? Didn't you say he would be back soon? It's been an hour, right?" Wu Junyan complained.

Yin Zi corrected him, "It's not an hour, it's more than an hour