"No, no, no." Song Xiaodong stuck out his tongue and retracted his hand.
"That Zhang Fengyang, his eyes are sly, different from you guys. You and Li Fangfang are very relaxed, but Zhang Fengyang, although he looks relaxed, his eyes keep scanning the surroundings."
"You can tell he has a problem just by looking at his eyes?"
"No, he studied investigation, just like me. As soon as he got into the car, he started observing the surroundings and made an escape plan. He looks at the same things I look at, so I know he's got a problem."
"So, when you and I go on a date, have you made an escape plan?" Qiao Yutong picked up the wine glass again and gently swirled it, her red lips tempting, her eyes slightly foggy from intoxication.
"A date?" Song Xiaodong thought to himself, do you really think we are on a date? Is this a date?
After the date, is there going to be a main course?
