A Thoughtful Man

Ma Feng deliberately ignored the time.

Now that Serena had taken the initiative to say it, he could not avoid it.

"Do you really want to have dinner with me?"

Ma Feng raised his head from the document, his face still expressionless.

"What else? Why do you think I've been waiting here all morning?"

Serena picked up her small bag and stood up.

She just didn't want to eat alone. It would make her seem especially miserable.

".."

Looking at Serena, who was flipping her long wavy golden hair and had an enchanting figure, Ma Feng still sat down and did not get up.

Why did he feel so awkward having dinner with a woman of the opposite sex for no reason, and a beauty at that?

"Why are you still sitting there? Hurry up."

Serena finished fiddling with her hair and tidied up her red short skirt. When she looked up, she found that Ma Feng was still sitting.

".."

Ma Feng slowly closed the document and slowly inserted the pen into the pen holder.