Lu Ziqing's brow twitched, "First, take a seat. I'll have the waiter serve the dishes."
"Okay."
Tang Xiaohua sat down directly, even though she walked straight to her seat, she took in the entire decoration of the small private room.
She thought back to when she went to Xilin, and he was full of venomous words, yet he managed to clean and warm her bedroom, even sticking pink wallpaper for her.
Heart like a fierce tiger, delicately sniffing roses — such a description seemed most fitting for someone like Lu Ziqing.
Her stomach ached from hunger, probably because her emotions had been so turbulent, compounded by the fact that she hadn't eaten anything since the afternoon.
Lu Ziqing came over and sat down,
"What's wrong?"
"Just... hungry."
Tang Xiaohua forced a dry smile, "Sorry, Brother Lu, for being so late."
"What exactly happened?"
Lu Ziqing pressed on.
The waiter knocked on the door, bringing in two portions of seafood soup, followed by appetizers — two cold dishes.
