Shangri-la Resturant
Xia Lihua found herself at a loss for words. She initially thought Ding Feng was purposely pulling her leg, but he ended up leading her to the hotel restaurant.
"Xiao Li I brought you here for lunch."
"Did I ask you to?" Xia Lihua retorted, her mood sour. She walked towards the furthest table, seeking a bit of distance and solitude near the long glass window.
Ding Feng was taken aback by her response, not expecting her to react this way. He quickly tried to explain, "Hey, Xiao Lihua, I wanted to cook lunch for you, but it would have taken too long. You said you were going back to your company, so I thought it would be late if you went home to heat something up or ordered takeout. Are you really angry?"
Xia Lihua's lips thinned, torn between her emotions. She couldn't bring herself to be angry at Ding Feng, as he was being reasonable and had good intentions.
