Half an hour later, Yan Xiaye looked up towards the window at the elegantly luxurious French restaurant, never expecting the man to be so imposing.
"Please, Miss Yan."
After getting out of the car and throwing the keys to the valet, the man came over to open the door for Yan Xiaye, smiling naturally as he said, "You don't have to call me Mr. Jin, just call me Jin Shichuan."
Yan Xiaye didn't want to develop to a first-name basis with the man so quickly, but since he was so forthright, it was hard for her to be too prudish, and she could only manage a reluctant smile, "Okay, just call me by my name as well."
"Yan Xiaye."
Jin Shichuan warmly spoke her name, a smile tugging at his lips that hinted at indulgence and fondness, "Sorry, I forgot to ask if you like French cuisine."
"It's all right, I'm not picky." Yan Xiaye felt a chill at his smile and hurried toward the restaurant, eager to finish the meal and be done with it.
