After ordering the dishes, the waitress left the room.
Qin Siye remained silent, his gaze fixed on her the entire time. Shen Xi's heart felt hairy, and she sensed the atmosphere had grown somewhat awkward.
She lowered her head and took a small sip of tea, saying, "Mr. Qin, thank you for inviting me to dinner; it really wasn't necessary. After all, I get paid for this."
"Payment is payment, gratitude is gratitude, the two aren't contradictory," Qin Siye's expression was gentle, "By the way, you seem to have not sent me your bank card number yet."
Bank card number? She had been so busy these past few days that she had completely forgotten about it.
"No rush, I'm not afraid of you running away," Shen Xi said half-jokingly.
If she, the one being paid, wasn't in a hurry, then he, the payer, seemed to be more anxious.
Qin Siye's gaze turned slightly heavy as he looked at her, as though saying I'm afraid you'll run away.