"Perhaps not now, I've made an appointment with someone," Ah Chen said, "Yesterday was just a small favor, anyone who saw you fainting would have helped, don't give it too much thought."
"I do care, no one is as considerate as you, senior," Li Feiwei stuffed the box into Ah Chen's hand and turned away, "I'll treat you to a meal next time."
Ah Chen looked at the box, judging by its shape, it should be a pen. She put it directly into her pocket.
Li Feiwei didn't go far, hiding in a corner, staring intently at Ah Chen's back. He saw her put the box into her pocket and a smile crept onto his face.
After that, he carefully followed her, noticing she went into a café. His brows furrowed. Who is meeting the senior? He began to feel anxious.
Is the senior dating someone?
How could she?
