"Where should we go next time?" Mei Jingyin asked, changing the subject.
"Huh?" Her little head hadn't caught up yet, and she couldn't understand what he meant.
He folded his fan and lightly tapped her on the head. Rubbing his chin, he thought to himself for a moment, then said, "Never mind. I'll decide."
Lu Ming covered the spot where she'd been hit, her eyes brimming with tears. "Hey, Mei Jingyin, you're too arrogant! Do you think you can hit the governor?"
Mei Jingyin chuckled, ignoring her. As if remembering something, he said, "I hear the seafood in the South Sea is delicious. How about going there?"
"Sure, sure!" When food was involved, being hit didn't matter anymore.
"Heh."
"Hey, what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie. It has to be something."
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