Bo Jinghang smiled slightly.
He knew her personality preferred quiet over activity, "I had Aunt buy ingredients for a late-night snack; I thought of arranging a band, but you seem not to like having others present."
"Of course, a candlelight dinner is just for two people." Qin Yiren teased him, enthusiastically saying, "I just learned a new dish online; I'll make it for you to try later."
Bo Jinghang nodded gladly, "Sure, I'm looking forward to it."
As they talked and laughed.
The black luxury car merged into the traffic and stopped at the villa entrance an hour later.
Qin Yiren opened the car door and got out, facing a stranger dressed like a delivery guy who hurriedly handed her a paper bag: "Miss Qin, your delivery."
Qin Yiren looked puzzled at the paper bag in her hand and said inexplicably, "I didn't buy…"
Before she finished speaking, the stranger jumped on his motorcycle and sped away.
