After hanging up the phone, Song Guanchao glanced at the time; it was almost eleven o'clock.
It was the weekend today, and he didn't know whether Wu Qiangwei was taking a break.
"Beep beep..."
"What's up?"
Wu Qiangwei picked up quickly, presumably with her phone always in hand.
"Are you off today?"
"No, is there something you need?"
"I wanted to invite you to dinner."
"Next time." Wu Qiangwei asked, "Anything else?"
"No, that's it."
Song Guanchao felt as if she was in a particular hurry to hang up today.
What's going on with this?
Could she be chatting with Fan Jie?
The more Song Guanchao thought about it, the more likely it seemed, making him quite unsettled.
Like Wu Ming said, no matter how capable Wu Qiangwei was, she was completely inexperienced when it came to relationships.
Fan Jie, the seasoned player in the field of love, had quite a repertoire of tactics.
