Back at the apartment, Su Lingzhi absentmindedly trimmed the lavender and placed it in a vase.
Her mind was completely occupied by Fu Yinli's deep and dignified face.
He looked about twenty-eight or twenty-nine, but he gave the impression of harboring a profound soul, calm and deep.
Although she could feel that he was interested in her, given his status, there must be many women wanting to be with him. Besides, he was so good-looking, surely experienced in romance, and skilled in pleasing women.
The phone screen lit up with an incoming call, interrupting her thoughts.
Su Lingzhi raised her hand, swiped to answer, and put it on speaker, "Xiaoxi."
"What's wrong, your voice sounds unhappy."
Su Lingzhi rested her hands on her chin, leaning on the bar, "Did I confess to my friend last night?"
"No." Zhuang Xiaoxi suddenly realized something, "You haven't developed feelings for him, have you?"
