Upon hearing this, Song Yuanxi immediately smiled.
There was something different about her smile—it was candid, and carried a certain honesty.
Her delicate body did not completely hide her obstinate and stubborn personality. She said, "Brother Liangchuan, I will not leave with you."
Shen Liangchuan frowned.
They continued to look at each other in the eye.
In the past, Song Yuanxi had always been afraid of him and would always obey him.
But now, there was a certain defiance about her, even if there was still a hint of that old fear in her eyes which she stubbornly tried to conceal.
In the end, Shen Liangchuan sighed and took the seat opposite her.
Following his lead, the girl sat down and asked, "Brother Liangchuan, what would you like to drink?"
Before he could speak, she had already raised her hand and signaled to the waitress. "A cup of latte, thanks."
