Yin Tao received Feng Jing's message and arrived at a Chinese restaurant he had made reservations at. Yin Tao went in and realized that Feng Jing had already arrived.
"Brother Feng, didn't we agree on six o'clock? Why are you here so early?" Yin Tao saw that Feng Jing seemed to have been waiting for some time and sat opposite him in embarrassment.
"I've already made you unhappy. I can't be late again." Feng Jing smiled and poured a cup of tea for Yin Tao.
"I wasn't upset. You're overthinking it," Yin Tao said stubbornly. She felt that Feng Jing was acting like he was coaxing a child.
"Didn't you say that I was match making you? Why aren't you blaming me now?" Feng Jing had a faint smile on his face. Yin Tao couldn't tell how he truly felt.
"Alright, as long as you don't get involved in my personal matters in future, I will still respect you."
