Zhou Sicheng pursed his lips with a smile but didn't answer; his silence was, however, consent.
Lin Siyuan's lips curled into a mocking sneer, "You really haven't changed, caring for any woman that crosses your path."
Her words were laden with emotion and sounded rather sharp.
Zhou Sicheng raised an eyebrow, "Are you jealous, Miss Lin?"
His narrow eyes under his glasses were filled with mockery.
Lin Siyuan scoffed, "What jealousy? Our meeting is just an arranged meeting by the elders. After this meal, it'll be clear that I don't fancy you, and you don't fancy me either."
After finishing her statement, she lowered her gaze and picked up a peanut with her chopsticks, popping it into her mouth.
As she finished speaking, a flash of emotion quickly crossed Zhou Sicheng's eyes.
She stared at the poised and composed woman across from her for several seconds before asking, "What if I was interested in you?"
There was a probing tone in her voice.
