Jiang Yixia stared at him for a few seconds, frowning. "You had this planned all along, didn't you? Buying the tickets first, then coming to get me, betting that I wouldn't say no?"
Lu Fan laughed. His smile was a mix of guilt and brazen confidence. "You know me best, Yixia. But I genuinely wanted to make you happy. You've been in a bad mood lately, I can tell. You might not say it, but your eyes don't lie."
Jiang Yixia sighed, stood up, and slung her bag over her shoulder.
She didn't say she would go, nor did she say she wouldn't. She simply started walking toward the door.
Lu Fan hurried after her and pushed the door open. Chen He's car was already waiting at the entrance, engine running and headlights on.
After getting in the car, Lu Fan gave the address. Chen He acknowledged it, started the engine, and drove toward Wanda Plaza.
On the fourth floor of Wanda Plaza, the comedy theater wasn't large, but it was packed with people.
