Old Master Su quickly arranged the date between Su Yi and song Qianqian. Although Su Yi was unwilling, she still listened to the arrangement.
In the Western restaurant, Su Yi and song Qianqian sat opposite each other. Song Qianqian had long wavy hair, exquisite makeup, and fiery red lips. She looked at Su Yi, “Young master Su, before I came here, Old Master Su had already explained the situation to me. I like young master Su very much.”
Su Yi, who had been confessed to, was cutting a steak on the plate with a knife and fork. There was no expression on his handsome face. He only responded faintly, “OH.”
“Young master Su, do you think I’m joking? Actually, I’ve seen you three years ago. I saw young master su giving a speech at St. Petersburg University. From then on, I couldn’t forget you.”
