An Ran recalled some scattered memories, Meng Yuqing, prom, prom man, and great writer A.
The negotiation with A was surprisingly smooth and didn't conform to Meng Yuqing usual style. "Mingzhu, have you seen Meng Yuqing in the past two days?" An Ran asked.
"I didn't see much. I' ve rarely been there lately. I'm helping out with the night school." The large draft beer quilt blocked Ming Zhu's small face. An Ran smiled and greeted waiter, asking her to change into a smaller cup.
As he thought about it, he also showed his vigilance. Meng Yuqing must have some connections with A. Recently, he had to pay attention to the subtle things around him.
After Mingzhu finished her meal, she lowered her head and played with her cell phone. She clicked on the WeChat interface and typed at the screen.
