"A banquet with hidden intentions," that was the thought that flashed through Luo Ziling's mind, prompting him to subconsciously consider declining.
But before he could gather his thoughts, Chen Qiaoyu continued, "Today Qingyin's dad isn't home; he's on a business trip abroad, and it's just me at home. I've asked Qingyin to come back to keep me company. Thinking that you've never been to our place, I decided to invite you over for a meal. I also have something I want to ask you, so you must come. That's it, I will have Qingyin pick you up."
Luo Ziling had not agreed when Chen Qiaoyu already hung up the call.
Shortly after, Yang Qingyin sent a message: "Junior, do you want me to pick you up, or will you come by yourself?"
"I'll come by myself. Send me the address; once I arrive, just meet me at the entrance of the complex, or have Xiaoli meet me there."
"Okay!" Yang Qingyin immediately sent an address share.
