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Lin Ziqian had a strange feeling as he looked at Han Meimei, who was casually browsing through the menu.

It should be him treating her to a meal, so why did it feel like she was paying him?

And, in front of her, he felt like a subordinate, she like a boss.

"Then we'll eat these first."

The dishes were almost done. The two of them sat around the table, completely filled with food