An Ning was practically dragged by Xiao Zimo, left with no choice but to get into the car, and then they headed to a restaurant outside.
It was mealtime, and the restaurant was already bustling with people.
Xiao Zimo had originally planned to go to a private room, but after some thought, he decided to stop at a spot on the second floor by the window.
An Ning felt somewhat at a loss.
Though she couldn't detect any malice from Xiao Zimo, that didn't mean she could feel at ease interacting with him. After all, there should be boundaries between a man and a woman, and she had already troubled Xiao Zimo too much these past few days. She felt it might be better not to meet him at all.
But...
Xiao Zimo ordered several dishes for An Ning.
Then, taking advantage of the time before the food arrived, he smiled at An Ning.
"In less than ten days, we've met three times. If it's not something you've arranged on purpose, then that must be what people call fate."
