"Who wants your dinner invitation?" Zou Yaqing glared at him, guarding Zou Yaru behind her, and said, "Do you think we can't afford our own meals? I see, you're not really inviting us to dinner, you're after my sister, aren't you?"
Zou Yaqing's words were straightforward without any disguise.
Zou Yaru's face turned red, and seeing quite a few people around watching them, she quietly tugged at Zou Yaqing's sleeve and said, "Sister Yaqing."
"Yaru, it's okay, in broad daylight, he can't do anything." Zou Yaqing's name was very elegant, but her personality was like that of a boy.
"You're mistaken, I am a decent person, not some riff-raff. I sincerely want to invite you for a meal," Cheng Hao unconsciously straightened his back. He was wearing a black jacket that day which highlighted his tall figure, a silver watch on his wrist, along with his handsome face, indeed made him quite persuasive.