"That's fine. Let me know when it's ready. I'll pick you up later." Song Chengfeng's tone was calm, unpressing, his words reflecting his willingness to respect her boundaries. He didn't probe further, knowing that pushing for answers would only make her uncomfortable.
If Qi Jianyi had said she didn't want to be recognized, then he would honor her wish without question.
Qi Jianyi gave a slight nod in response. She didn't elaborate, nor did she feel the need to. Instead, she quietly returned her attention to her meal, her chopsticks moving with the same meticulous precision as everything else she did.
After a while, when the plates had been cleared and only their drinks remained, she lifted her glass of juice, took a slow sip, and shifted the conversation to lighter, more inconsequential matters.
"Are you busy later? Or do you need to head back to work?" she asked casually, her gaze flickering briefly in his direction before settling back on her drink.
