Zhuo Xiangqiao glanced at his watch and suddenly stood up, addressing Ken, "It's getting late, we should head back."
Ken set down his coffee and gave him a look. Although his face showed no expression, inside he was beginning to grumble. It was just because Lin Yue wasn't by his side. Earlier, when he was talking to him, his mind had wandered off, but these words he could only keep to himself. Hearing what Zhuo Xiangqiao said, he also stood up and, with a smile, replied to Zhuo Xiangqiao, "It's indeed almost lunchtime."
Zhuo Xiangqiao, knowing full well the implications of Ken's gaze, huffed silently and ignored it, as he headed straight for the door—ha, he hadn't let him treat him to a meal yet.