Li Changfeng, having obtained Shao Zifeng's agreement, returned the cellphone to Chen Yixin with a beaming smile, then quietly stood to the side and waited.
"Auntie made a lot of delicious food?"
"I also want to join for a free meal, but unfortunately, I'm tied up with things here and can't leave."
"Then it'll have to wait until next time."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yixin slumped onto the couch without an ounce of grace, ready to kick off her shoes. But when her slightly upturned phoenix eyes caught sight of the man nearby, an expression of displeasure crossed her face, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Li Changfeng was a man in his thirties, always with a smiling expression on his face, "Yixin, it's already noon. Why don't we have lunch together?"
Chen Yixin spared him a faint glance, "Not interested. And don't call me Yixin, we're not close."
