Zhao Jingmiao felt it was necessary to make things clear with Qian Bao.
"Qian Bao, there's no need for you to treat me like this." Thinking of this, Zhao Jingmiao put down her chopsticks and said, "I... we..."
"I've had enough, you go ahead and eat." Qian Bao suddenly stood up from his seat, tidied up the plate in front of him, "I'm going to wash up, you eat slowly."
With that, he hurriedly took the plate to the kitchen.
Zhao Jingmiao, "…"
Can she finish speaking first?
In the kitchen, Qian Bao stopped.
Over the past two years, he felt he had trained himself well. The ability to remain composed might not be perfect, but it wasn't bad either.
But earlier, hearing Zhao Jingmiao wanting to clarify things made him inexplicably flustered. He suddenly feared hearing what Zhao Jingmiao would say next.
Without needing to guess, he knew those words would definitely be a rejection.
