Although Pei Ge had told him the truth, Ji Ziming still brought her to a dessert shop.
They did not dine in, however, but just ordered a takeout.
The newly bought desserts thickly filled the car with a sweet fragrance.
This was unusual for this man who had never allowed anything with a distinct smell in his car before.
His feelings of dislike were replaced by a different emotion as he saw her hold that box of desserts in the passenger seat.
The sweet stuff caused his lips to curl up slightly.
Why does this woman like to eat this sweet and greasy stuff? Is it really that delicious?
"Why do you like to eat desserts?" His voice dissipated the companionable atmosphere in the car.
Perhaps, it was the desserts' sweet fragrance or today's emotionally stirring incident that made her feel like chatting with him.
"Because of my father," she smiled lightly as she mentioned her father.
