The waiter said, "Mr. Cao settled the bill in advance."
That wasn't right. She was the one hosting. Anxious, she jogged to catch up with Senior Cao ahead: "Senior Cao, the meal—it was me—"
"No need. I can swipe my card faster at this restaurant," Cao Yong said, opening the car door for her, "Get in."
Looking around, she couldn't block traffic, so Xie Wanying got into the car first to continue the debate over who was treating whom to dinner.
"Senior, you can't just refuse my money. It was me treating you to dinner, not the other way around."
The junior sister was so stubborn, she wasn't happy unless she could pay for the meal she had invited him to.
Cao Yong gripped the steering wheel with both hands, the corners of his mouth lifted all the way.
"Senior Cao!" Xie Wanying was truly in a hurry now.
