Rong Yan was left speechless by her rebuke, and seeing her little face swell up to the color of liver, as if it would explode with redness if she said anything more, Rong Yan decided to drop it.
"Well, when you have the time, let's have a meal together. I'll invite Estelle too."
Worried that Qi Yue might overthink it, she quickly added, "It's just a meal between friends. nothing more."
Qi Yue pursed her lips, the heat on her face fading slightly as she nodded obediently, "Mm."
Her eyes, untainted by the flashy entertainment industry, looked earnestly at Rong Yan, "Then you have to let me treat you, Rong Yan. Otherwise, I won't go."
"Pfft," Rong Yan couldn't help but laugh and reached out to pinch her face, saying with a smile, "I can't always let you pay."
Qi Yue wanted to say that she could indeed pay every time; she was willing to treat.
