"I'm sorry." Zhuo Yuqing suddenly said in a soft voice.
"No need to say sorry." Bai Chengxi's tone was also rather harsh, and after he spoke, Zhuo Yuqing stopped talking, looking down and fiddling with the two straps on her backpack.
They remained silent until they reached Xiangshan Club, where the familiar manager led them to Bai Chengxi's private room.
When ordering, Bai Chengxi holding the menu, pointed to one of the dishes and said: "Don't put spicy in this, don't put cilantro in this cold dish, less vinegar."
After ordering, he noticed Zhuo Yuqing was looking at him. He picked up his glass of water and took a sip without making a sound.
Zhuo Yuqing wasn't ungrateful, because what he had just ordered were all her dietary dislikes; she had been spoiled by her father from childhood, and was somewhat picky. She did not expect that this man remembered all of them and even indulged her picky habits.
