Chi Cheng's eyes, like obsidian, silently gazed at Lin Wanqing.
"Ah, let me see what I should drink." Lin Wanqing unceremoniously picked up the menu and started reading.
Unexpectedly, before she could open it, a pair of attractive hands held down the menu pages.
"What's the matter? The great president Chi can't even afford to buy me a drink? Let me treat you instead."
Chi Cheng didn't respond immediately. Instead, he thoughtfully looked out the glass window, as if confirming something.
"Are you afraid of being seen by An Ran?"
Chi Cheng withdrew his gaze, picked up the suit jacket beside him, and stood up, saying lightly, "I have something to do, I must leave now."
Liar.
Before she came, Chi Cheng appeared relaxed and carefree.
How come as soon as she arrived, Chi Cheng suddenly had plans?
