"That's good, now I'm relieved." Qin Lang said as he set down his knife and fork, elegantly sipping his red wine.
Luo Qingli felt bored and could only glance at her phone from time to time.
Compared to Luo Qingli's boredom, Qin Lang was in high spirits. This kind of feeling was wonderful—even though this woman wasn't his, he still found it extraordinary.
Although she wasn't his yet, Qin Lang firmly believed that effort could change fate. Who knows, one day she might become his.
"I'm done eating, let's go!" Qin Lang didn't linger long over his meal and had already paid the bill to leave. If he stayed any longer, he couldn't guarantee that the woman sitting across from him wouldn't lash out at him.
Fortunately, in the afternoon, Qin Lang didn't make things too difficult for Luo Qingli. He quickly finished dealing with the documents and let Luo Qingli take them back.
