"A stopgap measure?" Qin Yao nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, his expression growing even colder, "Then I wonder, when will this stopgap measure be realized?"
Zheng Heng's expression flickered with an unnatural moment, but quickly returned to normal. He furrowed his brow, his handsome features clouded with irritation, "This is something between Zhaozhao and me, why do I need to report to you?"
After speaking, Zheng Heng looked towards Song Zhaozhao, who had been silent all along, and softened his voice, "Zhaozhao... can you give me some time? I have something I want to tell you."
"Song Zhaozhao is already 26 years old." Qin Yao tapped on the table, his long fingers knocking lightly. He tugged at the corner of his lips, a trace of indifference in his eyes, "Mr. Zheng, a girl's youth can't withstand you taking a little time, and then a little more time."
