Hua Tang looked him in the eye.
"Thank you, Mr. Yin, but I prefer my own food. If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work. You should return to your office as well. If Bi Ying'er sees us having a private conversation, she'll make a fuss again."
"TangTang, are you so unwilling to talk to me?"
Yin Zhaoyang saw that his current approach wasn't working, and then he had an idea. He chuckled and said to her, "Actually, that wasn't a social invite; we'll be dining with a client!"
Hua Tang stopped in her tracks, her gaze hesitant.
Yin Zhaoyang smiled. "The client is French. I checked, and you're the only one in our company who minored in French when you were in university. "
Hua Tang's eyes showed slight interest, but she did not answer.
"This client was supposed to visit tomorrow but changed flights at the last minute. The translator I previously arranged can't come today, so can you help me?"
