"On the same evening, you must have been attending the same dinner party as Huo Mutian," Wen Qiao said, her gaze slanting at him. "He mentioned it to me yesterday; why did you wait until today to bring it up? I have a reasonable suspicion that you thought of me only after the woman you asked before stood you up."
"What are you talking about? You're the only woman I wanted as my companion." Fu Jinghen lightly tapped Wen Qiao's forehead with his crossed fingers. "I didn't mention it to you yesterday because I forgot. When you're standing in front of me, how can I find the mind to think about anything else? The reason I brought it up just now is that while I was waiting for you at the restroom entrance, Feng Li messaged me asking whether I was attending the dinner or not, so he could give a response to the other party."
Wen Qiao paused for a moment, "You didn't plan on attending from the start?"
