"Is it okay if I call for take-out? Do you wish to have western, Japanese, Chinese, or do you have some other cuisine in mind?"
Su Zhinian turned around to look at Song Qingchun, who had already pulled out her phone to check out the take-out menu. A brilliant smile was plastered on her face, and her eyes were practically sparkling with joy.
All of this excitement and bliss simply because she can meet Qin Yinan?
"Mr. Su, how about Chinese? Do you prefer Hunan Style, Sichuan Style, Hong Kong Style, or Beijing Style? I feel like Hong Kong Style is the best; we shouldn't eat too heavily at night…"
Before Song Qingchun could finish, the remote in Su Zhinian's hand suddenly landed on the coffee table with a crisp sound.
Song Qingchun was scared into speechlessness. She raised her eyes from her phone to see Su Zhinian stand up from his seat and stride toward her.
