The angle Song Guanchao analyzed from was something Wu Qiangwei hadn't considered.
Following his perspective and thinking carefully, Wu Qiangwei realized that this possibility was very high.
She just couldn't figure out why Xu Chengcheng came to Jiangzhou.
Had she fallen out with her family?
At this moment, the waiter brought over the dishes.
Song Guanchao picked up his chopsticks: "Let's eat."
He and Wu Qiangwei rarely ate out, but they did eat together at home a few times; previously in Lingjiang, they often ate takeaway in the office.
She ate very delicately, with small bites, and she didn't have a big appetite, getting full easily.
Looking at her figure, Song Guanchao thought to himself, women really go to great lengths to maintain their figures.
Most of a bottle of red wine was consumed by Song Guanchao.
Most of the dishes also ended up in his stomach.
"I'll get the bill." Song Guanchao wiped his mouth and stood up, and Wu Qiangwei did not argue with him about this.
