The chill in the air suddenly dissipated.
Fu Yihan's lips curved slightly upward, his eyes softening for a moment.
"Since you want to go so badly, it wouldn't be right for me to say no."
"So, does that mean you agree?" Su Qingnuan asked cautiously.
Fu Yihan nodded. "Mm."
"That's great!" Su Qingnuan exclaimed excitedly. "How about we go every day after work?"
"Mm."
Fu Yihan's attitude visibly improved.
Whatever Su Qingnuan said, he would respond with a few words.
When the waiter finished serving the dishes and Su Qingnuan pulled down her mask to prepare to eat, Fu Yihan's expression suddenly darkened again.
Noticing his gaze, Su Qingnuan covered her face and smiled bitterly. "I can't eat with the mask on."
Fu Yihan's eyes fixed intensely on her cheek, his expression cold and serious.
