Song Tianmo sat in the chair, his suit casually hung over to one side. His sleeves rolled up, his expression cold and contemptuous, perfectly mirroring the image of a refined, pampered young master — so elegant that it was flawless.
At this moment, Song Tianmo seemed to be in a good mood. He glanced at her and uncommonly, was rather pleasant, despite Ling Fei being five minutes late. He only asked her about it and did not fuss about anything extra.
Ling Fei visibly relaxed.
However, the memory of the scolding she received in the morning made her remain reserved. Song Tianmo had already ordered the dishes so that when Ling Fei sat down, the food was already brought over.
Two medium-rare steaks.
Her beverage was fresh fruit juice.
While, Song Tianmo had opted for red wine.
In addition, a couple of the signature pastries from the hotel were served in front of Ling Fei. They looked mouth-watering and smelled delicious.