Mr. Lu closed the document in his hand and responded indifferently, "Alright."
The three of them sat down at the dining table. Lin Weiyang sharply noticed the "bite mark" at the corner of Lu Jinghan's mouth. Her hand holding the chopsticks involuntarily tightened, and she felt an indescribable pang of jealousy in her heart.
Such an intimate spot, only a woman would touch. Could it be... he has a girlfriend?
Lin Weiyang's heart suddenly trembled, as if even her breathing had become uneven.
After dinner, Lin Weiyang cleaned up the table and walked over to Lu Jinghan like a demure woman, softly saying, "Jing Han, there's a new movie out tonight. Will you go with me to watch it?"
Lu Jinghan, with one hand in his pocket, leaned against the edge of the desk, his right hand holding a cigarette, its ember flickering: "I have something to do tonight."
"If it's not something important, can you postpone it and come with me?"
