Standing on Ganande Street, Lin Weiwei probably didn't expect that just by pausing to make a phone call, coupled with a casual glance at the luxury car across the way, she would already be eyed by two wealthy young men as a "prey" to compete over.
At the moment, Lin Weiwei put away her phone, bent down with a smile to Little Emma, "Xiaosheng and your cousin over there are already done with their business. They were supposed to meet us, and now they're on their way. Let's head to the restaurant to wait for them."
Little Emma nodded, curiously asking, "Did they make a reservation? Which restaurant are we going to?"
"Pinus ponderosa," Lin Weiwei said the restaurant's name, finding it rather novel, "Does it mean 'yellow pine'?"
In America, names that are quirky or eye-catching like this really aren't unusual.
