The conversation went back and forth as both of them enjoyed their meals. Qi Jianyi glanced at Song Chengfeng, her perception of him subtly shifting.
She had always assumed he was an aloof, distant type who found small talk a bother. Yet here he was, engaging in conversation with surprising ease, even though his responses never stretched beyond three sentences at a time.
Still, his brief replies had weight to them, always carefully measured, carrying more depth than one might expect. He's not as disinterested as she thought, feeling the stirrings of curiosity toward this quiet young master.
However, what Qi Jianyi didn't know was that her newfound impression of Song Chengfeng would be shocking—perhaps even laughable—to those who had suffered under his notoriously sharp tongue.
