But the team building that followed completely disrupted the plan.
Now it's just getting back on track.
"Thank you, I really like it," Tang Song's slender fingers opened the wallet, a photo of him still tucked in the card slot.
In the fine drizzle, he lowered his head, holding an umbrella in one hand and a bunch of blooming tulips in the other, with a dark suit jacket draped over his arm.
Behind him was that silver Mercedes-Benz S450L.
Looking at the photo, Wen Ruan's breathing quickened a bit.
She reached out to close the wallet, pinched Tang Song's cheek, "Eating, shopping, giving gifts, this counts as our first official date, right?"
Tang Song was slightly taken aback, it seemed like it was indeed.
Although he had known Wen Ruan for a long time, they had never really had a proper date.
"Thank you for the gift, Sister. I'll also give you a gift after a while, and it will definitely surprise you."