"Hmm... The one with good food."
Having made his decision, Ji Liangchen suited up in preparation for the outing. As he climbed the stairs, he turned to glance at Yan Xiaye with suspicion and asked, "You won't secretly start crying again, will you?"
Yan Xiaye sighed in defeat, sensing that this incident would be laughed at by him for a long time: "No, I won't!"
"That's good."
Satisfied with her response, Ji Liangchen quickly retreated to his room.
Ten minutes later, he appeared on the second-floor landing, polished and resplendent. His tailored autumn suit fit impeccably, with gem-studded cuffs that gleamed luxuriously—he looked undeniably expensive.
Taking deliberate, slow steps down the stairs, he gave Yan Xiaye ample time to admire his natural handsomeness. At best, he hoped she'd fall head over heels like a lovestruck Little Deer—one that would unwittingly crash right into his arms.
