"Hmm!" Song Qinghuan refocused her attention on him and blinked her eyes.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she said, "Oh right, I've been talking about me this entire time, what about you? Are you married? How old is your kid now? I can't believe I didn't ask you any of these things earlier. I haven't been paying enough attention to my old classmate. You really mustn't be angry, okay?"
Si Jianan, who was about to speak, was interrupted by Song Qinghuan's barrage of words. He smiled wryly, "I'm not married, still a bachelor."
Song Qinghuan, speaking in an experienced tone, advised, "You're not getting any younger you know. I think you're two years older than me, so that would make you 25, right? You could find someone."
"We'll see!" Si Jianan pushed aside the discussion with a dismissive answer. He then asked Song Qinghuan if she wanted anything else to eat.
Song Qinghuan had eaten her fill, and so Si Jianan called for the waiter to bring the check.
