This meal, compared to before, Wei Lan felt much more at ease, and although she wasn't exactly close friends with Yang Zichen, they could be considered half-friends.
She became a bit more casual in her speech and behavior, and she found that although Yang Zichen appeared cold on the outside, he was actually warm-hearted inside.
Take for instance this time with her issue, if it were someone else, they definitely wouldn't have bothered, but he had handled it perfectly, without her needing to lift a finger.
"Special Assistant Yang, if you're not full, feel free to order more. Don't be shy."
He put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth: "Do I look like someone who eats a lot?"
Wei Lan quickly shook her head; his physique was indeed impressive. Thinking this, the image of him wrapped in just a towel the other day came to her mind, and her ears turned red.
"Let's go, I'll drive you back."
