"It seems like the employees at your Qingyu really have quite the airs! I'll have to ask Director Ye if it's because our Lingkong's temple is too small for you." Qin Lang's final words carried an unmistakable tone of threat.
"No, no, that's not it. Director Qin, you've misunderstood me. Being able to dine with you is an honor for me. It's just… I eat a bit crudely, and I'm afraid I'll ruin your appetite." Luo Qingli almost gagged at her own words. To ensure she could stay at Qingyu, she'd resorted to saying the opposite of how she really felt.
"How could that be! Don't worry about it. My appetite has always been good; it won't worsen because of you. In fact, Jinjin, you're so interesting, you might even improve it!" Qin Lang replied with a smiling expression.
Luo Qingli, oh Luo Qingli, aren't you just speaking falsely? More likely, you're worried that I'll ruin your appetite, right? Do you really think I don't know that you've always wanted to keep your distance from me?
