Shen Lang grunted noncommittally and turned her phone away so he couldn't see.
Yuan Zhao naturally straightened up. His eyes were bright and clear, like a piece of luminous, fine jade.
He waited patiently for her to make the reservation. As the seconds ticked by, she seemed to furrow her brow in thought. He was overjoyed, feeling the gloom in his heart swept away.
He said in a low voice, "Just book any private room. You don't have to order too much food; we can always add more when we get there."
He thought Shen Lang was agonizing over it and taking so much time because she was taking this meal very seriously, which is why he told her to be more casual about it.
But Shen Lang just glanced up at him strangely, put her phone away, and started walking out. "You're right, it's not too late to order when we get there. I booked a large private room."
