After finishing dessert, Song Qinghuan went to the washroom and saw that the spot where Han Qianqian had been sitting was now empty.
She had left, likely from not being able to bear their "intimacy", like him cutting her steak and her feeding him from so far away that she couldn't hear their conversation but only see their interaction.
Qinghuan admitted that she too, was about to be driven away by the chilling vibe of that cold man.
If she could, she would love to switch places with Han Qianqian.
When she returned to the private room, Shi Yuhuan had already paid the bill and softly said, "Let's go."
Song Qinghuan nodded, picked up her bag, lowered her head and took the lead to leave.
Shi Yuhuan followed behind her, watching the back of her head, without uttering a word.
Outside the restaurant, Song Qinghuan still kept her head down: "Thanks for the lunch, I'll go first!" She didn't even glance at him once, then turned and left.
