Jiang Yichen did not ask Lin Chu any questions she couldn't answer.
It felt like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for some time, asking if they had time.
He said it was Jiang Jiang who wanted to see her.
The night outside the window was not yet deep, and the neon lights were already glowing, gradually awakening the city's nighttime charm.
Lin Chu looked out the car window and asked in a low voice, "Where are you?"
"We're in the restaurant. If it's convenient for you, you can join us for dinner; if not, it doesn't matter, another day is fine too."
Jiang Yichen was just like that, a man of his age, mature in both mindset and experience, never forced Lin Chu to do anything.
The more perfect and considerate, the more burdensome it felt.
What Jiang Yichen meant to Lin Chu was something she herself wasn't sure of.
"I don't have anything on, Brother Jiang. Could you send me the address? I'll come over soon."
"No rush, it's still early. Take care on your way."
