The middle-aged man was still smiling just a second ago, but when he heard Yang Caiyun say she didn't have time, his expression became awkward for a moment, though he quickly returned to normal.
"Oh, there's something at the shop, huh? Well, old classmate, are you free tomorrow? I can come over tomorrow, it's all the same. I own the shop myself, so my time is quite flexible," the middle-aged man said, laughing.
When Yang Caiyun heard this, she felt awkward too.
To be honest, it wasn't that she didn't have time; she just didn't want to go out for a meal with this middle-aged man.
After all, even though they were old classmates, they weren't that close.
She was quite clear about the man's intentions behind wanting to treat her to a meal.
Since neither of them had spoken openly about it, she couldn't directly say it, nor could she turn him down without any reason.
So, she could only find an excuse and say:
