"Hmm?" Feng Jun perked up upon hearing Feng Jing's words.
In their past conversations, having dinner... meant more than just eating.
However, he also had to be wary of Feng Jing tricking him—if it turned out to be just a meal, wouldn't he be getting his hopes up for nothing?
So he glanced at her and said, "Hmm, dinner, huh... After having afternoon tea, do you still have room in your stomach?"
"We can have a late-night snack," Feng Jing replied without hesitation, though seemingly hesitating, "Seriously speaking, I'm not available for dinner, I have two classes in the evening. After class, it'll be just the right time to go for a late-night snack with you."
Feng Jun squinted at her with a half-smile, "This logic of yours... feels a bit chaotic to me..."
"If I prove my prediction ability to you, that means I didn't lie to you, and you shouldn't doubt me... I win, and I still have to treat you to a late-night snack, is that fair?"
