It seems that knowing his words had an effect, Lu Jingchen finally released Song Qiao's hand, and with a tilt of his chin, gestured to the seat beside him, "Come sit next to me."
Song Qiao, "..." Sit yourself.
"Jingchen?" Just then, a voice tinged with surprise sounded, a voice so familiar that even Song Qiao couldn't help but frown.
The rhythmic sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from behind; before Song Qiao could turn her head to confirm, the person was already at their side, her voice rising with a hint of amusement, "I saw you two from outside just now, and I thought I was seeing things. Were you just about to eat?"
Zuo Yuqing was dressed in an one-piece dress with a western-style jacket over it. Initially, she was wearing large sunglasses that covered most of her face, which she now held in her hand. Her red lips looked extremely sexy, and with her exquisite makeup, she truly lived up to her title as the National Goddess.
