Song Qingyou listened to the whole story and felt that Jiang Zhihan had it tough.
"Are you going back to the company?" She asked.
Just as she was about to say that she didn't mind eating alone here, a knock on the door interrupted her.
It was obvious that the waiter had come.
Seeing that Jiang Zhihan seemed to be sending a message, Song Qingyou said, "Please come in."
Three waiters pushed the small dining cart and entered one by one.
Song Qingyou glanced at the covered plates on the dining cart. There were a lot of them, so Jiang Zhihan must have ordered a lot.
She might not be able to finish it alone, and she wondered if this restaurant could let her take it away.
Song Qingyou's thoughts gradually drifted away until the fragrance of food suddenly spread to the tip of her nose.
Before she could take a look at what was on the plate, she caught a glimpse of the phone that had been put back in its original place.
"Eh?"
