Qiao Nian put down the napkin and turned her head. She looked at him with a pair of dark and deep eyes. After a moment of silence, she nodded.
"I'll consider it."
Feng Yu heaved a sigh of relief and then smiled. "Alright. I'll wait for your answer!"
Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes. She still could not tell his position in the First Research Institute.
However, she did not think too much. After picking up her baseball cap, she put it on, pressed it down, and stood up. Then, she asked, "Do you want to leave together?"
Feng Yu was about to stand up when his phone flashed. He took it out and looked at the message. He said to the girl apologetically, "I still have something on. Why don't you leave first?"
