Han Jifeng asked, "Do you want to be with Ji Ming?"
"It doesn't matter whether we're a good match or not in regard to whom I want to be with."
"If I say," Han Jifeng's deep and mysterious eyes look out, fixing on her fair and delicate face, "that within five years, Ji Ming will be sentenced to prison?"
Tang Li clenched the paper box in her hand.
In the car, Han Jifeng was observing her, seeing that she didn't retort with "absurd," but rather... as if she had long known this would be the outcome.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened, and then he said, "Get in the car."
This time, Tang Li opened the car door.
Over an hour later, the two were in a private room at Fuyuan Orchid Garden.
Tang Li sat in front of the round table, her duckbill cap Still on, with her bag and paper box resting on her lap, clearly not intending to stay long. In contrast, Han Jifeng exuded the air of someone who came to have lunch.
Several dishes had already been served on the round table.
