Looking at Zhao Lina's arrogant but pretty face, Ye Fan smiled and played along, "Yes, yes, having the great beauty Zhao join me for lunch is indeed a stroke of luck."
"Good to know you understand," Zhao Lina huffed arrogantly, then turned on her heel and strode towards the restaurant's entrance.
The moment she turned, Ye Fan clearly saw the full curve swing and create a round wave.
Taking a few steps forward, Zhao Lina realized Ye Fan hadn't immediately followed and stopped. Turning her head, she called out, "What are you spacing out for?!"
Ye Fan snapped out of it, smiled, and caught up.
When he reached Zhao Lina's side and walked shoulder to shoulder with her, Zhao Lina suddenly reached out to hook his arm.
Ye Fan stiffened slightly, then turned his head to look at Zhao Lina.
Zhao Lina also turned her head, flashed him a smile, and said, "We're just here to eat, don't bring up anything else."
