Zhong Yi looked at her, his gaze carrying a sense of pressure.
His look was cold and full of inquiry.
Feng Nanxi, already feeling guilty, was always invincible online. But in real life, facing Zhong Yi for the first time, she was surprised to find that besides being handsome, he was also imposing.
Her big, bright eyes flickered around, she swallowed and asked again, "Sir, you called me just now, what is it about?"
She wasn't full yet and was planning to go out to a nearby street food market to buy something tasty.
Pei Qian was quite right to say she'd been abroad so long she hadn't had domestic street food for ages.
She missed it a lot.
Zhong Yi slightly raised his chin and said, "There's a piece of lemon on your head."
Feng Nanxi reached up and sure enough, found a damp lemon; she said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Zhong Yi pointed to the seat beside him and said, "If you don't mind, would you like to sit down and chat?"
