Qiao Xiguan smiled, "There have been plenty of men who've kissed me. Since when did President Qi become so, childish?"
"Really?" Qi Lingfeng smiled, with such composure.
"Let's stick to the topic, I'm very busy today."
Right then, the waiter brought the coffee, and Qiao Xiguan added a cube of sugar, stirring.
"Chu Yixun, before she died, told me she had met you," Qi Lingfeng began.
The corners of Qiao Xiguan's mouth quirked.
She put down her spoon, slowly took a sip, and asked, "Yeah, any problem with that?"
"Of course not, it's just that after she met you, her emotions became very agitated."
"You're not suggesting that she 'committed suicide' because of me, are you?! I can't bear such an accusation." Qiao Xiguan articulated each word with a hint of sarcasm, "Besides, don't you think it was because she saw the photo of us kissing that she became excessively stimulated?!"
"I just want to know what exactly the two of you talked about?!" Qi Lingfeng's tone grew more serious.
