"I could've just sent you the file through WeChat—why all the fuss to meet up?" Qi Jianyi asked as she settled on the seat opposite Song Chengfeng. Her tone was casual, but her eyes hinted at genuine curiosity.
After finishing the final touches on her manuscript, Qi Jianyi had called him, ready to let him be her first ready, but he'd been adamant that they meet face-to-face. Thus, they were at a cozy little restaurant for lunch.
"I just wanted to see you." Song Chengfeng replied, his voice carrying that familiar shamelessness that both amused and exasperated her. He picked up the menu, glancing at it briefly before handing it over to her.
"You choose," he added, as if it were the most natural thing to let her choose.
Qi Jianyi rolled her eyes, flipping open the menu. "We just saw each other last week, Chengfeng. You act like it's been months."
Unfazed, Song Chengfeng smiled, but his expression turned serious as he observed her closely.
