117. Fried rice

Irene's face lit up when she saw Zeno sitting on a plastic chair on the side of the road, waiting for the fried rice to finish cooking. In contrast to Zeno's face, or Aslan's at the moment, he looked more pale and very surprised.

At that moment Irene suddenly got out of a luxurious black Mercedes car, walked quickly to Aslan, smiled broadly at Aslan, then hugged Aslan who was still silent in his seat.

"I'm glad to see you here, I didn't think I'd see you, luckily I was forced to go to this city. By the way, why are you on the side of the road like this?" Irene asked, pulling out another plastic chair so she could sit next to Aslan.

"I'm broke, so I'm eating here." was the first thing Aslan could think of to say, or even say without thinking.

Irene chuckled at Aslan's original answer, then she clung to his left arm.

"You've got something going on, didn't you get a 20 million dollar apartment from Mr. Smith yesterday while playing? Just sell the apartment and start a new business, you'r
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