Xu Qingyan looked up at the sky and guessed it was almost time for lunch. Not wanting to stand around chatting—though it wasn't exactly awkward—he asked,
"Lunchtime's coming, do you have plans?"
Her arms hanging loosely, she shook her head.
"No."
"Let's grab a meal together, and I'll ask you some things." Xu Qingyan never missed an opportunity and took this chance to pick up some local tips from Jiang Yunyao, especially since he wasn't too familiar with the place.
In the restaurant's private room,
sitting across a table, a soft light fell on both of them—one sat next to the table while the other lounged in a chair, with swirls of steam rising from the hot tea in between them.
"Which department are you in?" Jiang Yunyao asked.
"The technical team, the one led by Group Leader Lu," he responded, not lifting his eyelids much, and then asked, "And you, which department are you in? Surely not the dance team, right? You were a songwriter, weren't you?"
