Very soon.
The car stopped at a nearby Michelin Restaurant.
Bo Jiu affectionately pulled Qin Yiren out of the car and instructed the driver to carry the bag and follow. The three of them entered the elegantly decorated lobby.
The waiter immediately noticed Bo Jiu's expensive attire and respectfully approached, asking, "How many of you? Do you have a reservation?"
"No,"
Bo Jiu waved his hand nonchalantly and asked, "It's not lunch time now, there should be open seats, right?"
The waiter smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, there are open seats in the hall, but the private rooms are already reserved."
"Then we'll just make do with that..."
At this point, Bo Jiu looked back to seek Qin Yiren's opinion, "Xiaoqian, what do you think?"
Qin Yiren adjusted her sunglasses, considering that it was not lunch time and there were only a dozen guests in the hall, she nodded slightly.
As long as she was careful, she probably wouldn't be recognized again.
