"It's okay, even if you're not free today, another day would be the same. How about we set another time? You don't have to come to me; I can come to you."
Facing Ling Yuyan's persistent inquiries, Pei Zhiyao had no choice but to brush her off nonchalantly.
"Then let's meet tomorrow, at noon."
Ling Yuyan's eyebrows curved with sheer joy, bringing a smile to her lips.
"Sure, let's meet tomorrow at noon. My treat," said Pei Zhiyao, who never liked owing others.
Especially since Ling Yuyan was a woman, it was only natural he couldn't let her take the initiative to treat him.
Without a change in expression, Pei Zhiyao said in a deep voice, "I'll treat you."
The call ended, and Wen Mian happened to hear those three grating and dubious words.
Pei Zhiyao taking the initiative to treat someone? Could it be that he had a special relationship with Ling Yuyan.
Driven by an inexplicable emotion, Wen Mian raised an eyebrow towards Pei Zhiyao.
