There was no more arguing, but the atmosphere in the dining room was still far from harmonious. Tang Ying seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation with him, and Zhang Ziwen didn't feel like explaining himself any further. He loved Tang Shu, truly and deeply, and he wouldn't allow anyone to doubt his feelings for Little Shu, not even Tang Ying, the woman he most wanted to pursue. Her disdainful tone when speaking about his feelings for Little Shu had already annoyed him greatly...
Even though they were dining at the same table, the pair were sitting in silence; the array of seafood delicacies seemed to do nothing to whet their appetites. What appeared to be a romantic dinner was no longer so; indeed, it was quite a letdown. Zhang Ziwen, feeling a bit gloomy, set down his fork, thinking of pulling out a cigarette, when his phone in his pocket rang. Taking it out, he saw a call from the United States. Could it be Song Lin? Zhang Ziwen's mood lifted instantly.
