It seemed that knowing his words had had an effect, Lu Jingchen finally let go of Song Qiao's hand, and with a nod of his chin towards the seat next to him, he said, "Sit next to me."
Song Qiao, "..." Sit your sister.
"Jingchen?" Just then, a voice containing a hint of surprise reached them, a voice so familiar that even Song Qiao couldn't help but frown slightly.
The rhythmic sound of high heels on the floor came from behind. Before Song Qiao could turn around to confirm if it was that person, she had already approached them. With a smile in her voice, she said, "I saw you two from outside. I thought I was seeing things. Are you just about to have a meal?"
