Yang Zhijian waved at her, looking quite debonair, but it was truly off-putting.
Bai Zhi walked over and frowned at him, "Why are you here?"
"You kept saying you didn't have time and even blocked my number, so I had no choice but to come here to wait for you," Yang Zhijian smiled at her, wishing he could stare holes into the woman in front of him.
"Mr. Yang, I think I've made it very clear. Whether I have time or not, I won't go out with you. Meng Na is my friend, I would never do such a thing."
"You're Meng Na's friend, so you're also my friend. Since we're friends, having a meal together shouldn't be a problem, right?" Yang Zhijian slicked back his shiny hair and, thinking himself charming, opened the car door, "Bai Zhi, give me some face, let's have a meal together, and then go shopping. You can have anything you want."
