Sun Yan smiled at Zhao Zhisheng and said, "Mr. Zhao, with the rain pouring down like this outside, why don't you stay for lunch? It's just that our meals are quite simple here, I hope you won't mind."
There was a hint of cajoling in her voice, not at all like that of an elder, but rather like that of a submissive servant.
Zhao Zhisheng glanced at her then turned his attention back to the television, completely ignoring Li Chuyue, and then, with a pretense of concern, looked out the window and smiled, "Yes, this downpour started in the middle of the night yesterday. According to the weather forecast, it seems like it will continue until this afternoon before it stops. Since that's the case, I'll take the liberty of joining you for lunch. I'm not picky about food; I can eat anything."