Yang Qingyin quickly understood Ling Ruonan's meaning and fell silent, unsure of how to respond.
On the other side of the phone, Ling Ruonan didn't hurry her, waiting for Yang Qingyin to make a decision.
While Yang Qingyin was on the phone, Xiaoli, who had originally been massaging her, very tactfully stopped her hands and tiptoed away.
"Where shall we meet?" Yang Qingyin hesitated for a bit before finally agreeing to meet with Ling Ruonan.
"There's a Prairie Tea Bar near the hotel where you're staying. I'll wait for you there."
"Okay," Yang Qingyin agreed without hesitation, and immediately got out of bed to dress and put on makeup.
Fifteen minutes after hanging up, a carefully dolled up Yang Qingyin appeared before Ling Ruonan, who was already waiting inside the tea bar.
"I wonder what Mrs. Ling would like to instruct by inviting me for tea today," Yang Qingyin asked gently before sitting down opposite Ling Ruonan.
