Tang Feng stepped out of the canteen, looking particularly at ease. Just then, his phone rang—it was Yang Zixuan calling. This girl couldn't be planning to make a move on him, could she?
"Hey, beautiful. Did you think of something nice to include me?" Tang Feng said with a laugh.
"Guess!" Yang Zixuan sounded very happy.
"Your turn is too cryptic; I can't guess."
Yang Zixuan pouted, unaware that she could show such a cute side of herself. After all, the pressures of life had hidden all her true colors.
And Tang Feng's presence was gradually changing her.
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"So, Zixuan is planning to invite me to dinner?" Tang Feng said with a smile.
"Yeah, I've never succeeded in asking you out before, and it's probably the same this time," Yang Zixuan said, her voice carrying a distinct sense of grievance.
"Actually, I'm free this time. Seeing how sincere you are, I'll grant you your wish tonight."
