"I've said before, you can call me Yuan Zhe."
"With your deep qualifications and extraordinary status, Mr. Yuan, I think calling you 'Mister' shows more of the respect I have for you."
Fujiwara Ize's fingers danced casually on the white piano keys, producing a few sporadic notes.
"Actually, we're about the same age. Calling me that way makes it seem like I'm much older than you are."
Mo Ran didn't want to linger on this topic, "Are you here to check on the renovation progress as well today?"
"No, I knew you would be here, so I came specifically to see you."
With a slight tilt of his head, Fujiwara Ize's deep eyes watched her quietly. Different from a usual gaze, it was a bit presumptuous, a bit focused...
Mo Ran shifted her gaze away uncomfortably, without asking why.
Just then, her phone rang. It was a call from Gu Yixuan.
Mo Ran walked to the door and answered the call.
"Hello."
"Ranran, where are you? I'm coming to pick you up for lunch."
