She seemed to understand Jinghen's intention, propped herself up with a cushion, and knowingly sent the word "So" over.
Wen Qiao hummed with amusement, thinking he should just come out and say he wanted to have lunch with her.
Though she found herself actually quite fond of Jinghen's indirect little games.
She would take it as making it up to him.
After all, she had to attend a dinner the day after tomorrow as Huo Mutian's companion, and while Jinghen verbally expressed understanding, surely he must feel sour about it.
Not that it was her fault, but hey, who calls her both beautiful and kind-hearted?
Yesterday, Jinghen had helped Feng Li carry hers and Jiang Yao's luggage up, under the pretext that women shouldn't lift heavy loads. He naturally knew which apartment Wen Qiao lived in.
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