Restaurant.
While eating, Jiang Yiren sneaked glances at Song Guanchao.
Ever since she learned that Song Guanchao had turned the tide and solved the trouble that almost destroyed Lingjiang, the bit of admiration she held for him had only grown stronger.
This man, he's quite handsome.
Really manly.
After seeing enough pretty boys and sleazy middle-aged men, Song Guanchao, who was like an iron man, was simply rare to find.
"Why are you always looking at me?"
Song Guanchao suddenly raised his head, catching her sneaking a look.
His cold gaze made Jiang Yiren's heart skip a beat, like a startled rabbit, she quickly averted her eyes.
"Who's peeking at you, narcissist."
Jiang Yiren ate her dish like a little mouse, crunching away until the food was gone, and suddenly said, "Actually, we could try it."
"Try what?"
"Try dating."
"I told you, I'm not interested. But if you want to sleep with me, after eating, let's head to a hotel. I'm quite interested in your body."
