"No problem," came the belated reply.
Su Jian stared at the avatar on his phone screen, looking absentminded.
"We're neighbors, after all. I should treat you to a meal sometime," Su Jian said.
"Sorry, I never eat out."
Su Jian's fingers tapped rapidly: "Then I can invite you over for a meal at my place."
"I don't like eating at other people's homes either."
Su Jian: "..."
Zhang Yannan was beside him, stupefied, then solemnly said, "I'm sure he has never met you, otherwise he would not have refused."
Su Jian stopped caring about this strange neighbor since their studio had officially started working.
Su Jian prepared a big red envelope for everyone at the start of the year, and then they all gathered for a meal, which Jiang Yan also attended.
On the way back from the meal, Su Jian asked, "Have your parents been pressuring you to spend time with that older man recently?"
Jiang Yan's eyes darkened, then she replied flatly, "No."