Cai Qiong mentally compared her butt to the palm-sized space on the seat and ultimately decided against sitting down.
She seriously doubted Wang Jian had some kind of misunderstanding about her figure. It was true she had a slim waist, but her rear was by no means small.
So, Cai Qiong shot him a look and simply ignored his request, asking a different question instead. Perhaps she hadn't even realized it herself, but the old her, with her aversion to men, would never have even considered it. Yet, the current her had. The thought felt so natural that she paid it no mind.
"Let's get straight to business," she said.
Cai Qiong took a bite of a steamed bun and a sip of soy milk. The hot liquid slid down her throat, a comforting sensation even in the summer. For someone like her, who was prone to feeling cold, a hot drink in the morning was quite important. This was also why Wang Jian had specifically given her a hot cup while he and Li Shuang had iced ones.
"It's like this..."
