Ji Mingcheng also knew about their current situation, so he explained, "I would like to invite you to dinner, to thank you for accompanying me for over five years, and also hope you could reconsider."
His tone was even, but Qiao Zhaoyue understood the sincerity hidden within.
Qiao Zhaoyue hesitated for a moment before responding softly, "Alright, tomorrow night at eight thirty, I'll wait for you."
"Okay, it's settled then."
The two of them ended the call simply and pleasantly.
The following evening, Qiao Zhaoyue, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with her hair tied in a ponytail, walked out of her house.
Just as she boarded the bus, her phone began to ring.
"Hello? Senior."
"I'm already at the entrance of the restaurant, are you ready?"
"Okay, I'll be right there."
After hanging up, Qiao Zhaoyue hastened her steps to reach the restaurant.
