Zheng Haoyu nodded, seemingly unaware of the duo's movements. "Xiaofei, what's going on? Didn't you say you were going to take me out for lunch? Why is Su Nian here too?"
"Well, didn't you say you had something to tell me? I always wanted to invite Miss Su for a meal. And Miss Su turned out to be my idol, Miss Lisha, the designer. So I invited her too," Qin Xiaofei said hypocritically while looking at Su Nian. Then she turned and asked Zheng Haoyu, "Haoyu, are you angry?"
"Oh, is that so." Zheng Haoyu picked up the wine poured by Qin Xiaofei, took a sip, and then put the wine back down at the sight of Su Nian's gaze.
"Right, Haoyu, didn't you say you had something to tell me? What's the matter?" Qin Xiaofei asked impatiently.
Her eyes flicked over to Su Nian. See? You wouldn't listen to me. Now let Zheng Haoyu tell you himself.
Su Nian sighed expressionlessly. This woman has probably never seen through Zheng Haoyu.
