Su Zhinian was like a statue; he didn't even bat an eye, much less open his mouth to speak.
Regardless, that day was the first night she was going to spend at Su Zhinian's place after signing the contract. She was going to cook dinner in his kitchen… Shouldn't she ask for his opinion before she got started?
Song Qingchun, who was heading toward the kitchen, hesitated. She finally stopped and turned to address Su Zhinian, who was reading his document. "Mr. Su, what do you want for dinner?"
She should have expected the result, because once again, her words were ignored. However, this time, he seemed to finally respond to her presence. His face twitched with slight emotion as if a statue coming to life.
He flipped the page of the document slowly. The expensive watch on his wrist caught the glow from the chandelier and refracted rays of blinding light.
