Sheng Jianan, like a perfect boyfriend, effortlessly took the bag and purse from Su Anle's hands, looking around at everyone with a smile: "Finished eating? I'll take you all back."
Qi Cheng was the first to tease: "Mr. Sheng, you're so late that we even paid the bill already."
Su Anle couldn't miss Qi Cheng's deliberate jab. She frowned slightly, not because she minded the jab, but she felt such words were inappropriate for Sheng Jianan. First, they had no relationship anymore, and second, given Sheng Jianan's status, who would dare to say such frivolous things to him.
However, Young Master Sheng seemed completely unbothered and sincerely apologized: "That was my fault. Next time, I'll come earlier and carry your bags and pay the bill. Or, how about a late-night snack now?"
Laughter filled Sheng Jianan's eyes, and even though he spoke seriously, there was a touch of humor, leaving Su Anle utterly stunned.
Is this really Sheng Jianan?
You've got to be kidding me!
