Li Beijue methodically polished off the food on the table, elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, and set down his chopsticks, "The cooking is quite good."
Chi Enen felt no pleasure from the compliment and, as she cleared away the bowl and chopsticks, said, "It's already very late, when does President Li plan on leaving?"
"Did I say I was leaving?" Li Beijue was in a good mood and didn't take offense at her rush to see him off.
Although she had anticipated this, hearing him say outright that he wasn't leaving tonight still made Chi Enen's heart sink. Biting her lip, she hesitated, "President Li not leaving, it's not quite appropriate, is it?"
"What's inappropriate about it?"
"President Li still has work to attend to, and my place is too noisy. I'm afraid it'll disturb you. Besides, my sofa's too small. You won't fit on it."
