Cheng Xuyang was still pondering why the young man's gaze did not seem focused on him when the girl beside Qiao Ze had already started warming up the atmosphere, "The dishes can be served now; Qiao is half an hour later than usual for dinner today; he must be hungry."
"Right, it's indeed time to serve the dishes, Zhou, go and let them know, we don't want to keep our honored guest waiting," Zheng Luhua said with a smile.
"Hmm," the person from the school office stood up and walked out of the private room.
A rapid succession of actions almost made Cheng Xuyang forget what he was about to say.
He had rehearsed the scenario of meeting Qiao Ze many times in his mind, but never imagined it would be like this.
It felt to him as if Qiao Ze and this young lady were truly just here to have a meal.
Soon, Cheng Xuyang's thought was confirmed.
Because the dishes were served quickly, clearly they had been prepared in advance.
