He sat on the sofa as he pulled out his smartphone as his fingers danced across the screen like butterflies. Zhaoyang could not tell to whom he messaged.
Lu Zhaoyang took a glance upon the clock, took a few seconds to figure out an appropriate line to initiate conversation, "Time flies. It's already the weekend. Do you have any place to go?" She said carefully as if talking to a handsome and cool stranger on Tinder.
"Yes."
"Where? I can tag along."
Huo Yunting stood up at first. He held his step, gave her a glimpse and walked outside the moment he heard Lu Zhaoyang saying that.
"Are you sure?" He muttered.
"Duh!"
I am 100% sure.