"Well, you have to ask our president." Yi Qian shakes his head, unwilling to say more.

Su Jing, with her mouth curled, sat on the chair and looked out of the window. She didn't ask any more questions.

five minutes later, Yi Qian met the tall and gentle man who was about to enter the cafe. Then, Pei Shaohan didn't know what he said to Yi Qian. Yi Qian nodded and left.

after Yi Qian left, Pei Shaohan walked to Su Jing with long legs. That momentum, like the elegant king, people dare not look directly.

"Su Su, we meet again." Pei Shaohan sits gracefully opposite her, with a gentle...