After the wedding banquet.
The guests dispersed, but Sun Dasheng stayed where he was.
Qian Zhi knew his old classmate had something to discuss with him.
So he gestured to his wife to handle the guests.
Mei Na was understanding and considerate. She immediately took over her husband's task and quietly slipped the bank card she kept at home into his pocket: "When it comes time to spend money, let's not have President Sun foot the bill."
"Don't worry, we're just going out for a bit, it won't cost much." Qian Zhi reassured her, then left with Sun Dasheng.
A simple massage parlor by the street.
The legitimate kind.
After the massage, Sun Dasheng took out some money and requested to borrow a private room for a rest.
The old doctor accepted with a smile, "It's quiet here, no one will disturb you while you chat."
He even brewed them a pot of tea and brought over some snacks.
Hey...
The service was actually quite attentive.
"Congratulations on your little qilin."
