"Did you dress up on purpose?"
"Yeah, 'women dress for the ones who please them,' right? Does it look good?" Sang Qian asked again.
Ji Chengzhou's thin lips curled slightly, "What do you want to eat?"
This man had no sense of romance at all. What would it cost him to say she looked good? A piece of flesh?
She had intended to liven up the atmosphere a bit to set the stage for what she was about to say, but he was utterly uncooperative.
"Let's go eat home-cooked meals." After Sang Qian finished speaking, she looked toward the driver's seat at Shen Ming, "Brother Shen, to Xinghuo Road."
"Okay." Shen Ming started the car.
Having just taken over the company and been busy all day, Ji Chengzhou leaned back in the seat and raised his hand to massage his tired brow.
Sang Qian quickly started rubbing his shoulders, "Tired, aren't you?"
Ji Chengzhou turned his head and saw the woman's flattering smile. "Is there something you want?"
