Wei Chengfeng glanced at her and remained silent.
Su Li touched her nose, feeling she had once again made a fool of herself.
She withdrew into herself and continued scrolling through the news.
It was a while later when she heard him ask, "What would you like to eat?"
Su Li paused for a moment, looked at him, and then turned back, saying calmly and nonchalantly, "Whatever makes you happy, I'm not picky."
Hadn't he said he had no patience?
Hadn't he declared that in his presence she had no right to say 'no'?
Alright, then she'd simply play the role of a hands-off manager, and care about nothing at all.
It seemed as if Wei Chengfeng had seen through her little thoughts, his eyes flickering with a light that was now bright, now dim, and then he suddenly asked, "Chinese or Western cuisine?"
"Chinese."
"Sichuan or Cantonese cuisine?"
"Sichuan..."
Su Li lifted her head from the phone, blinked, and looked somewhat foolishly at Wei Chengfeng.
