"The taste isn't bad, Hanhan. If your company is ever taken over, and you're swept out the door, you can just sell sweet soup on the street. I'll come and support your business every day."
Bai Chuwei, holding a white porcelain bowl, contentedly sipped the sweet soup as its sugary flavor soothingly coated her throat.
Duan Feihan: "..."
Even if he fell on hard times, he wouldn't resort to selling sweet soup on the streets to make a living.
His reply was on the tip of his tongue, but Duan Feihan suddenly changed his mind, "Alright, since you like it, come over every evening. I'll save you a bowl."
Clutching the bowl, Bai Chuwei saw several bright red dates floating in it and stared at Duan Feihan, shocked.
When had this future antagonist learned to climb the proverbial pole like Duan Xingye? He was actually inviting her to come over every evening!
She was just bluffing!
Coming over to a man's place every night... it kind of sounded like having an affair.
