Zhou Hengguang rose from his seat, smoothing the creases of his suit with practised precision. "Are you free tonight?" he asked, extending the invitation to a meal. He hasn't treated Qingqing to a meal yet.
Qingqing's response was a brief "No."
"Tomorrow?" he persisted.
"Not really," she replied.
"The day after tomorrow?"
"Not free either."
Zhou Hengguang's expression soured at her consistent refusals. Despite being her partner, he couldn't shake the feeling of his insignificance.
Was it a matter of not living up to his name?
Subconsciously sensing discord, Su Qing abruptly excused herself, fleeing back to the studio. In her haste, she found herself clutching a rose. Caught under Yao Fang's scrutiny, there was no hiding her secret.
