Xu Ai looked at Liu Zheng, austere yet incomparably handsome, and felt an indescribable melancholy. Liu Zheng's icy gaze stopped all her words, "Even the smallest favor is unforgettable to me."
"Miss Xu, don't say that, you forget things faster than anyone," Liu Zheng mocked.
Xu Ai knew he was referring to her memory, and she didn't retort because, truthfully, there was nothing to retort about.
"Director Liu, let me treat you to a meal over the weekend as a gesture of thanks. Xiaoshu also wants to join us."
Liu Zheng remained silent.
Lin Yuan teased, "Big young master, you're clearly overjoyed in your heart, just give in already."
"I'll think about my schedule for the weekend."
Lin Yuan, "..."
You really don't have any plans for the weekend, I am your assistant.
"Okay, then I'll wait for your message."
