Song Qiao was stunned by his words, her crimson lips quivering, yet she found herself unable to utter a single word.
It seemed as if Chu Munan could read Song Qiao's thoughts. His expression unchanged, he fell silent as the waiter approached with their breakfast. The restaurant was known for quick service. This pause was also a chance for Song Qiao to gather her thoughts.
After the waiter set down their breakfast and left, they were alone at their secluded corner table, but they could still faintly hear the buzz of other patrons' conversations.
Chu Munan was in no hurry to continue talking with Song Qiao. He had ordered a green bean porridge, which he didn't usually like much, but after trying it once before, he thought he should bring Song Qiao to taste it. He hadn't expected to bring her here so soon.
