Gu Jingman and Mo Wen sat next to each other near the parapet of a western restaurant with a relaxed ambience on the twenty-eighth floor of the hotel. With a glance down, one would have a view of the bustling streets.
"What should we eat?" Gu Jingman asked while holding the menu, after she had ordered the two glasses of fruit juices.
"I've just eaten. You just order something for yourself," Mo Wen slumped himself into the soft comfortable seat to take in the view of busy streets outside. Sitting at that spot, one would have a taste of the bird's eye view.
"Don't you know that it is rude to refuse someone like that when having meals with them?" Gu Jingman threw the menu aside and glared at Mo Wen as it was obvious that she had no intention of having a meal either.