"Could someone be inviting me to dinner?" Yang Qingyin hung up the phone and Luo Ziling asked quietly.
Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes at Luo Ziling but didn't answer his question.
"Is your mom inviting me to have dinner at your place?" Luo Ziling, not giving up, asked again.
"I know you don't want to."
"You got me," seeing Yang Qingyin wasn't showing the expected shyness and joy when she said this, Luo Ziling quickly changed his tone.
Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes at Luo Ziling and didn't say anything more on the subject, but took the initiative to grab Luo Ziling's hand.
The two continued taking shortcuts to avoid pedestrians on their way to the restaurant.
Yang Qingyin had chosen a seafood restaurant a bit far from the school for their dinner spot.
"Taking me for seafood again?" Luo Ziling joked with a smile upon arriving at the restaurant, "Are you trying to make up for the twenty years of seafood feasts I've missed out on?"
