"Hmm!" Ji Rui pinched a piece of pastry and popped it into his mouth, but his gaze remained fixed on her face, showing no intention to look away.
Le Tong reflexively raised the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, "Is it dirty?"
Ji Rui shook his head, "No."
Their simple and meaningless conversation made Le Tong increasingly awkward and unnatural. Fortunately, she held a plate and a cup in her hands, or else she really wouldn't know where to place her limbs.
Le Tong lowered her head, pretending to be engrossed in eating the pastry. As her mind gradually calmed down, she began pondering the implications of Ji Rui's earlier words.
What anniversary was he talking about? Or was it just an excuse he used to deal with those rich and handsome guys?
Baobao said this man had something important to discuss with her. What exactly was this so-called important matter?
