Song Yi stayed in place for quite a while—
"Alright then." The woman's face suddenly fell, she nodded slightly and pushed away Tang Si: "Move, I'm going to buy breakfast."
Tang Si stood still.
She saw the man motionless, crossed her arms and looked at him with her chin raised, sneering: "What? You're not the one chatting with me; do you still want to stick around and make me buy breakfast for you?"
With that, Song Yi suddenly laughed, bright and beautiful: "If you want breakfast, call Zhou Liang over. I should repay him. I think that cute guy looks pretty good too, and he has a better temper than you."
In the fire escape, the woman's voice was exceptionally clear and soft.
Rays of light fell on the man's face, his almond-shaped eyes deepened, staring at the charming woman before him.
After a long while, his thin lips tugged slightly: "You act like a president the way a market aunt shops for vegetables, today this one, tomorrow that one, any one can be picked."
