He finished speaking and pointedly watched Shanshan's face for any signs of anger.
Shanshan stared at him, her suspicious gaze raking him up and down.
Her eyes went from his head to his feet and back to his face, as if trying to gauge how much of what he said she could believe.
But Cao Daqiang's expression was calm. He stood there, stock-still, refusing to flinch no matter how hard she stared.
His hands hung naturally at his sides, and his expression was open. He truly didn't look like he was lying.
"So? What do you say? If you're okay with it, I'll set it for the afternoon two days from now. We can eat at the restaurant by your school?"
He asked tentatively, his voice a little lower than before, as if he were trying to tread carefully.
"Fine. There it is. See you then."
Shanshan's reply was crisp, her tone flat—neither enthusiastic nor resistant.
The moment she finished speaking, Shanshan turned and walked away.
