When Jiang Baizhou went up the stairs, he glanced at him unnoticeably, but did not respond to his words, just lifted his eyebrows. It was unclear whether he was acknowledging or just couldn't be bothered to respond.
But with Lu Xize's understanding of him, being looked at with such a gaze likely meant a confirmation. Leaning on the office door, he stopped fiddling with his keychain, crossed his arms, and looked at him with a sly smile: "Hey, when are you going to treat me to dinner?"
"Reason?"
"You've finally started dating, shouldn't you treat us to dinner?"
"I got into a relationship on my own merit, what's it got to do with you?" Jiang Baizhou sat comfortably in the swivel chair, squinting slightly, "How about you treat me instead?"
