Song Qinghuan thought for a moment, then said softly, "Okay, just wait for me."
With that, Song Qinghuan turned around, went back into the store, told Wen Zhaozhao she would be leaving for a bit and to look around on her own, and that she would come back to find her later, before heading out again.
She pulled open the car door, got in, and hooked a faint smile, "Si Xiangbei, did you come specially to find me?"
Si Jianan lightly raised his right lip, his eyes twinkling with brilliant starlight, like fireflies, "No, I happened to see you. It was such a coincidence that I decided to wait outside for a while."
As Song Qinghuan fastened her seatbelt, Si Jianan had already driven off, taking the car to a nearby elegant and leisurely teahouse, simple and classical yet luxurious in the modern sense.
The private room was very quiet. Song Qinghuan silently watched Si Jianan as if waiting for him to speak.
