Chi Xia's eyes immediately became guarded. "Why are you asking this?"
He Wang realized that he had revealed some of his emotions too obviously, and his peach blossom eyes curved. "It's an occupational disease. When I meet someone fated, I like to chat."
Hearing the words 'fated', Chi Xia was in a surprisingly good mood. The two of them had already established a preliminary trust relationship. Not to mention that He Wang was in her aesthetic standards. Although Chi Xia was guarded, she was not much. She was scheming, but scheming did not play a key role.
Chi Xia would answer almost anything He Wang asked next.
It could be said that the conversation was very pleasant till the end. When she left, Chi Xia was still very reluctant. After all, it was a very joyful thing to find friends with common topics. "I don't know your name yet. What's your name?"
He Wang's smile was deep, but it did not reach his eyes. "He Kuanyi."
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Ten minutes later.
