"Young Master, the Michelin chef has been kneeling with the dish for a long time, waiting for you to dine."
Yet, he looked at the pouring rain and then turned to stare at the eighteen-year-old young model, starting to regret why he didn't find a hundred young models to hold umbrellas for him.
The navigation route was shortening, and Lin Wanzhou's mouth slowly turned down.
"After all this talk, you're still brushing me off."
"My conscience is clear, no," Xu Qingyan said earnestly as he drove, "That said, although we can't date right now, we could simulate it."
Upon hearing this, Lin Wanzhou turned her head to look at him a few times.
"How do we simulate?"
"Cough cough, I'll talk to you in the tone of a boyfriend," Xu Qingyan, bored from driving, began to lighten the mood, "How about that?"
"Okay," the young girl nodded, her face full of anticipation.
Xu Qingyan said, "I don't have much to do with her, we're just ordinary friends."
Lin Wanzhou: "???"