Ling Chuxia furrowed her delicate brows and shook her head slowly, "I don't want to eat anything."
Shi Che looked at her crumpled little face, feeling both heartache and helplessness, "Then let's go home."
He gently touched Ling Chuxia's little face, then prepared to call someone to pay the bill. Suddenly, a respectful voice sounded from beside him, "President Shi."
Shi Che glanced indifferently at the person who had come, his handsome face instantaneously regaining its usual coldness and aloofness. It was as if he hadn't heard that person's words, and he raised his hand slightly.
The waiter saw this and immediately walked over.
Shi Che took out a card from his wallet, handed it to him, and the waiter respectfully received it and turned to settle the bill.
The visitor became somewhat embarrassed, but after a brief pause, she spoke again, "President Shi, what a coincidence to meet you here. I've tried to arrange a meeting several times, but the timing was never right."
