"Mr. Fo, aren't you leaving?" Yao Qing stood at the doorway of the private room, looking back, as if Fo Zi'ang's gaze still lingered downstairs.
He remained silent for a while, then turned to look at Yao Qing to one side.
"Let's have some dessert before we go."
"..."
Yao Qing had already packed up and was standing at the door, but since the boss had spoken, she couldn't very well leave without sharing some dessert with him.
After all, they had already had dinner.
She smiled, turned around, and returned to her seat.
Her gaze followed Fo Zi'ang's line of sight downward, but she saw nothing.
It seemed to be snowing, no wonder it had been so cold these past few days.
The ground was already covered with a layer of white, which she failed to notice had yet to bury the tracks of the car tires.
"Miss Yao, what would you like to eat?" Fo Zi'ang lifted his eyes toward Yao Qing.
Yao Qing paused, then casually ordered a mango mousse.