Ding Miaoyan hadn't worn formal attire but had chosen a dress instead.
The deep blue dress, with a collar and short sleeves, outlined her elegantly slightly full figure; she was slender. With a woman's purse slung over her shoulder, she looked delicate and lively.
At the office, Ding Miaoyan, in her OL suit, was the very epitome of a uniformed office lady. Yet her current attire gave off the vibe of the girl next door, prompting Fang Yi to take a few extra glances.
When Ding Miaoyan sat down, she noticed Fang Yi's gaze lingering on her. She roughly understood Fang Yi's personality and knew that his eyes were glued to beautiful women, so she didn't bother to comment.
Ding Miaoyan called for a waiter, and one promptly approached. She picked up the menu, ordered two dishes, and then asked Fang Yi, "Do you prefer Chinese or Western cuisine?"
"It doesn't matter to me," Fang Yi smiled. "I'll have whatever you're having."
