"Don't... let's discuss this properly," An Jiancheng urged.
"There's nothing to discuss," Cheng Yujie was adamant in not compromising.
An Jiancheng asked unhappily, "Do you like Song Jianguo that much?"
Cheng Yujie snorted with laughter. "I didn't like him that much at first, but now I find that I really like him, and I want to see how things go with him."
"You..."
Cheng Yujie narrowed her eyes and said, "I'm telling you, you have no right to control me, no right to say a word to me."
Just then, Song Jianguo, who was carrying a tray of food, was taken aback. "Yujie, you're dining here too?"
Cheng Yujie looked over, also quite surprised. "Brother Song, you're here too."
"Yeah, this place is very close to my home," Song Jianguo said. "Where are you sitting?"
"Oh... I've finished eating, I was just about to leave!"
"Then wait for me, I'll pack up my breakfast to eat on the way, and I can give you a ride wherever you're going."