He opened the car door and stepped out.
Before coming, he had made a deliberate effort to freshen up, not to present a perfect image, nor because he didn't want her to see him in a downtrodden state. He simply did it so that she wouldn't worry.
After the Minister of Foreign Affairs entered the hotel, and the media slowly dispersed, Ye Ranran and Song Ze did not turn around, they just moved forward casually.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Song Ze caught up with Ye Ranran.
Without outsiders present, Ye Ranran dropped her smile: "What's it to you?"
"Why has our delicate flower suddenly grown thorns? That doesn't seem too good."
"I'm a carnivorous plant. Be careful, or I'll gnaw you down to the last bone."
Song Ze laughed: "Well, carnivorous flower, since you have nothing planned tonight, why don't we have dinner together?"
"Who said she has no plans?"
A gentle voice, carried by the winter wind, blowing into their ears, instantly dispelling the cold atmosphere around them.