Renting

Lu Zhen put on a proper smile and greeted Song Jia, who was sitting in the private room. "Sorry, I'm late."

Song Jia looked up and Lu Zhen saw that he was wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses today. His perfect facial features made him look even more elegant and cold.

Song Jia was holding a thin black tablet in his hand. When he saw Lu Zhen, he placed the tablet in his briefcase and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "It's fine. I just arrived."

After Lu Zhen sat down, the dishes were quickly served. This restaurant was an authentic North Dezhou cuisine. The taste was light but delicious.

Seeing Song Jia take a bite of the steamed Wuchang fish, Lu Zhen observed his expression and asked, "How does it taste? I don't know what you like to eat. I don't know if it suits your taste."

After Song Jia finished eating, he nodded politely at her. "It's very delicious. I like it very much. I've troubled you, Miss Lu."