Shen Liangchuan thought for a moment and shortly after gave Song Cheng a call, "Help me book a mala hotpot restaurant."
Song Cheng: …!
Brother Shen, isn't the way you treat a girl to a meal a bit odd?
He winced, but he still nodded and said, "Ok."
After he hung up the phone, Shen Liangchuan gave Qiao Lian a call. "Where are you?"
When Qiao Lian received the phone call, she had already reached the villa. She had just alighted from the taxi and was about to enter the main door.
However when she heard his question, she replied, "I am at the office, what's the matter?"
"I will pick you up."
Qiao Lian narrowed her eyes, pursed up her lips and looked blankly at the main door in front of her. After a while, her gaze got gradually firm and persistent and her voice tone became dignified, "I may have to work overtime. You… come and pick me at eight."
"Ok."