Huang qingdie didn't pay attention to what he said next or what he said on the phone. It was as if she was just saying 'yes' instinctively.
It was as if her brain couldn't think. She couldn't help but think about having lunch with Ying Qianxi and being alone with her.
She was so happy thinking about it that she didn't even have the mood to chat on the phone.
Ying Qianxi seemed to be able to sense that Huang qingdie was not in her right mind. She remembered that this girl had not had breakfast yet, so she told her to have her breakfast early before they hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Ying Qianxi looked at her phone and rubbed the space between her eyebrows. She sighed and shook her head.
He didn't expect that he was so much older than the girl. He was almost thirty years old now, but he was just like a young boy, having all kinds of emotional fluctuations.
He would guess her thoughts and emotions just because of a servant girl's words and tone.
