Lilia climbed into the back seat, turned her head to face the man's eyes and approached him subconsciously.
"Pick you up for lunch." Jean whispered in her ear. He stared at Lilia's cheeks with a smile, his eyes deep and gentle.
Lilia's eyes flickered slightly, and she caught a glimpse of the folder. "Aren't you busy today? Or is there something good recently?"
She was well aware that Jean seemed to be in a good mood.
Although he rarely shows his emotions, there is still a touch of joy in his gaze.
"Well, that's a good thing." The corners of the man's lips curved as his bright eyes could not hide his pleasure.
Lilia blinked, "Then ... let's go to an Italian restaurant, I want to eat a special salad."
"Alright, let's go."
...
At the Italian restaurant, Lilia and Jean sat in a quiet, luxurious room surrounded by a calm atmosphere.
