"Hi, Hong! What a pleasant surprise." Attacked by Wang Shi's words, Junjie barged into the restaurant and took the seat across Fei Hong before Zeng could sit on it.

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Zeng, "Excuse me!"

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Junjie, "Strawberry shake, Sangria, fried prawns, chestnut dimsums, and grilled pork with sweet and sour sauce. Hong, if you want to eat something else, order it."

Zeng ""

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Fei Hong "."

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"Cough," Fei Hong cleared her throat, and leaned to whisper, "Junjie, he's not a waiter, but Zhao Zeng. The Zhao Zeng, one of the best formula one driver."

"Oh!" As if he doesn't know! He extended his hand to Zeng, and he shook it. "Feng Junjie. Her best friend."

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"Zhao Zeng. Her 'new-friend' and the one who brought her here for dinner." He reminded him, "That's my seat you've taken." All Zeng cares about was to sit from where he could get an unobstructed view of Suyin.

Junjie checked around, "Did you bring it along? I thought it's the property of the restaurant."

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