"Where should we go next time?" Mei Jingyin asked as the topic changed.
"Ah?" The little head has not yet recovered and cannot understand the meaning of his words.
He closed the folding fan and patted the head, touched his chin and thought to himself, and then said: "Forget it, let me make the decision."
Lu Ming covered the place where he was beaten, his eyes dim with tears: "Hey, Mei Jingyin, you are too arrogant. Can you beat the governor?"
Mei Jingyin chuckled lightly, ignored her words, and said as if remembering something: "I heard that the seafood in the South China Sea is delicious. Would you like to go there?"
"Okay, okay." When it came to food, it didn't matter what he got beaten.
"Heh."
"Hey, what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing."
"Nonsense, there must be something."
Intention: