Chapter 67: Mr. Song, Who Takes an Inch and Wants a Mile

"Mr. Song?"

Her soft voice gently called out to him.

As a result, his clear voice slowly resonated in the room, "Are there no other conditions attached?"

Song Sinian's tone was the same as usual, so flat that it was hard to detect any fluctuations.

Thus, she couldn't really tell whether Song Sinian was happy or not.

She could only try to probe further by adding, "Uh... for example... bringing a happy me to have dinner at the Song Mansion?"

Song Sinian reached out and pinched her cheek, "Quite good at adding prefixes."

"..."

Was this... a yes?

She looked at Song Sinian somewhat nervously, still considering other possibilities.

But after thinking it over, she straightforwardly spoke softly, "So, Mr. Song, does this mean you agree?"

Song Sinian nodded, "Yes, I agree."

"Phew..."

Lu Zhaozhao had just breathed a sigh of relief and let go of Song Sinian's thigh which she had been tightly holding.

But the next second, Song Sinian's hands reached out towards her.