Qiao Xi smiled faintly with her lips pressed together, "Because I knew you would come to find me once you were free."
Shen Dang didn't seem the least bit displeased, "You just said you'd message me after you were done."
The three words carried a full flavor of indulgence.
Qiao Xi let out a little "huh," and looked at him with a half-smile, "You're quite petty, huh?"
Shen Dang's eyes fell on the teacup in her hand, "Is the tea good?"
Qiao Xi found his question odd, "...is there good or bad about it, it's all the same."
"I'll have a taste."
"I'll pour you a cup."
As Qiao Xi was about to get up, Shen Dang said leisurely, "No need, I'll just drink from the cup you're holding."
Qiao Xi glanced towards the photographer, saw Shen Dang leisurely gazing at her, then handed the teacup to him, "Drink it."
Look at what he can do.
The photographer was trying hard not to laugh.
Boss Shen really knew how to do it.
Guys, come and learn.
