"I'll go with you," Su Cheng quickly stood up, speaking as he walked toward Fu Han.
"No need," Fu Han moved even faster; she had already drifted out like a breeze, leaving behind only a piece of her light coffee-colored clothing at the door. The wind chimes at the cafe's entrance made a pleasant sound.
Su Cheng stared foolishly in the direction Fu Han had left, completely unaware of Luo Qinghe's probing gaze behind him.
"She's got personality; no wonder you like her," Luo Qinghe's teasing voice rang out, barely concealing his laughter.
Su Cheng's face reddened, but he still said earnestly, "I really do like her; I liked her from the first moment I saw her."
"This is the first time you've liked someone. I can only wish you luck," Luo Qinghe patted Su Cheng's shoulder, pressed two hundred-yuan notes under the coffee cup, and then headed toward the doorway.
