Bai Chen snorted. "You call this sincerity?"
Qiao Qiao looked at him expressionlessly. "If you know what's going on, don't talk nonsense. It's meaningless."
The arrogant and confident expression on Bai Chen's face instantly dissipated. "Miss Qiao, you're making me feel very defeated. I thought you were moved by my sincerity and persistence in sending flowers. That's why you invited me to your house for dinner."
"I thought it was clear when you came over," Qiao Qiao said.
"If I really knew better, I would have casually dressed up and come over empty-handed. Why would I have been worried about what to wear tonight? Why would I care about the gifts I should prepare? After all, your parents' first impression is very important."
The more Qiao Qiao listened, the more ridiculous she felt. She reminded him angrily, "Bai Chen, I'm inviting you to dinner. This isn't the first time I've brought you back to my house to see my parents. Get this straight."
