Zhan Zhiyin had a very special air which was quite attractive to him.
Leng Shaoming was distracted for a second, but didn't forget his manners. When Zhan Zhiyin came closer, he stood up and politely greeted her. "Hi, Miss Zhan, nice to see you. Have a seat please."
Because they only knew each other and weren't familiar, Leng Shaoming called Zhan Zhiyin Miss Zhan instead of Zhiyin.
"Been a while, Shaoming." Zhan Zhiyin greeted Leng Shaoming, then sat down elegantly.
Although Leng Shaoming wasn't familiar with Zhan Zhiyin, she always called him Shaoming, and she did the same thing now.
Leng Shaoming accepted it.
After that, he beckoned to a waiter and asked Zhan Zhiyin, "Miss Zhan, what would you like to drink?"
"Thanks." Zhan Zhiyin took the menu from the waiter. After reading it, she said to the waiter, "Warm jasmine aloe fruit tea please."
"No problem, please wait for a second," said the waiter and left.
