As they chatted, Xuxu would furtively glance at her watch from time to time.
It had almost been an hour—why wasn't Yan Rusheng here yet?
She had no idea that after she sat down, a pair of eyes were looking at her and sizing her up from across her seat.
That pair of eyes stayed fixated on her at all times to capture every subtle expression and movement.
As time passed by, the anxious expression on her face became more obvious. The owner of that pair of eyes seemed to have found an opportune moment as he smiled and interjected.
"Secretary Wen, other than cats my mom enjoys playing the piano and dancing too."
Charles's deep voice sounded from opposite of her.
Perhaps it was because he had kept silent the whole time, but when he finally spoke, Xuxu turned towards him in surprise.
His lips curled slightly and he nodded at her in a gentlemanly manner.
