"Here, your porridge. I had to stand in line for ages to get it," he said.
Xiao Zhiwei smiled, "Thank you."
Song Quan put the porridge down, sat on the sofa, and fell silent.
Xiao Zhiwei had been observing his expression since he walked in. She opened up the bag, took out the porridge and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Quan didn't say a word.
"Judging by your anxious looks, did you see a beauty or something?"
At these words, Song Quan burst out in laughter, "That's why they say you're my old flame. We do communicate well, don't we?"
"So, you did see a beauty?" said Xiao Zhiwei, with a cold laugh. "Ever since I met you, I knew you were a chronic womanizer, shameless to the core. You lose all reason at the sight of any slightly pretty girl."
