The night deepened.
From the moment Xu Qingyan got into the car, he had been reminiscing about the taste of the duck blood and vermicelli soup, silently estimating how much he could eat later and considering quietly asking the owner to put in less vermicelli.
Actually, even if he honestly admitted he had already eaten, it wouldn't have mattered.
But Lin Wanzhou was successful in her challenge today, he didn't want to disappoint the young girl. Having no appetite when you've agreed to eat together is a bit of a mood dampener.
The car stopped at a familiar traffic light, and Lin Wanzhou turned her head, her body slightly tilted. When her gaze met his, she blinked, seemingly eager to share something.
"Do you know? I was so nervous when I got on stage today."
"Aren't you ranked second? And you were nervous?" Xu Qingyan joined in the conversation, earnestly engaging with the young girl and praising her achievements.
At his words, Lin Wanzhou fluttered her eyelashes shyly.
