Zhou Siheng smiled, "The feeling is mutual."
Zhou Siheng heard the sound of the door closing.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, and after holding back for a while, he couldn't help but smile.
So many years had gone by, yet the thought of seeing her still made his heart flutter like a young man's.
They met again in Yuxian's private room.
Qiao Yesi was standing across from Zhou Siheng with a pale face, listening to Wang Quan's voice slowly rising beside her.
He said, "Yesi, it all depends on you this time."
Qiao Yesi really wanted to ask him how she was supposed to rely on herself.
But as she met Zhou Siheng's scholarly eyes that harbored an undertone of aggressiveness, all her words got stuck in her throat.
She blinked to relieve the soreness in her eyes and said softly, "Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Siheng's eyebrows imperceptibly lifted, his smile gentle and composed, "Why are you standing? Please, take a seat."
The dishes were served orderly by the attendants.