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Looking at Ning Xia, who was in a trance, Yan Zirong hesitated for a moment before she slowly walked over.

As soon as she stood up, Ning Xia turned around and poured a cup of black tea for Yan Zirong. "You're here. How was your conversation with Mr. Qiao today?"

Yan Zirong didn't answer Ning Xia's question. Instead, she put down the handbag in her hand and walked to the sofa opposite Ning Xia's and sat down. She used her right hand to support her face as she looked out the window.

Without a reply, Ning Xia's hand paused for a moment before she put down the teapot. She then slowly pushed the black tea in front of Yan Zirong. She then asked with a worried expression, "How did it go?"

Yan Zirong remained silent. She didn't want to answer any questions right now. If possible, she would rather be alone …

Following Yan Zirong's line of sight, the continuous stream of traffic on the city ring road formed a long line. The moat on the other side of the road was slowly moving under the breeze, and the rows of willow trees on the riverbank were swaying in the breeze.

"I didn't expect City H to have such a beautiful place. I thought it was just some cold buildings." Yan Zirong said in a tone that seemed to indicate she was referring to something.

Ning Xia shrugged her shoulders. "It's alright. It's just that I don't have the time or the mood to pay attention to them, otherwise, the beautiful scenery here would be much more beautiful."

When Yan Zirong heard this, she turned her head and took a sip of black tea. With a trace of a smile on her face, she looked at Ning Xia and said, "It's rare to see you act so serious."

Hearing this, Ning Xia didn't care at all. She fiddled with the small pot of flowers on the table and casually replied, "There are thousands of different kinds of people, and occasionally you have to change your taste. I'm afraid you'll throw up when you look in the mirror."

The smile on Yan Zirong's face intensified. This was the first time she had heard of such a thing from Ning Xia, but it was still quite interesting.

"Alright, stop pretending. Didn't you want me to treat you to a big meal? Go ahead and order." Yan Zirong passed the menu over to Ning Xia and looked at her calmly.

Ning Xia calmly took the menu from Yan Zirong. Without holding back, she ordered two signature dishes, French snails and fried goose liver with sauce. " "We still have to eat a big meal, but I still have to ask you how is your conversation with Mr. Qiao today, is there any hope or no hope at all?"

Yan Zirong returned the order back to the waiter standing at the side, forcefully curling her lips, "Two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which do you want to hear first?"

Ning Xia stared at Yan Zirong with her pair of big, watery eyes. She blinked twice and said, "Then it's going to be bad for now."

With one hand against her cheek and the other touching the red teacup on the table, Yan Zirong said carelessly, "Then let's make a deal first."

The corner of Ning Xia's mouth twitched. With an awkward expression, she said, "You're asking me for my opinion?"

Yan Zirong glanced at Ning Xia and bluntly shook her head. "No."

Ning Xia's expression froze for a moment. She then picked up the cup of black tea and seriously stared at it. From time to time, she would take a sip and wait for Yan Zirong's follow-up.

Ning Xia's reaction made Yan Zirong laugh. Her previous fretful mood had also been relieved for a moment. With a sigh, Yan Zirong pretended not to care and said, "I successfully made an appointment with Qiao Zi'an today."

"I know." Ning Xia glanced at Yan Zirong, silently wondering if Qiao Zi'an had discovered that she had leaked his information. If he had, how would he deal with her?

As Yan Zirong stirred the spoon in her cup, the smile on her face gradually became bitter. He agreed to help me, even though it was with a request. "

"Isn't that fine?" At this moment, Ning Xia's thoughts were not on what Yan Zirong had said. It seemed that Yan Zirong's wish had been fulfilled, so wouldn't she be dealt with? Eh, that's not right. If her wish was fulfilled, she should be happy. However, looking at her expression, it was completely impossible to tell which one she was happy about.

Ning Xia suddenly raised her head and looked at Yan Zirong. "So, why do you look so worried?"

"So obvious?" Yan Zirong raised her teacup to her mouth and covered it with her hand. Her smile was stiff.

Ning Xia stared fixedly at Yan Zirong. There must have been something out of the ordinary when this happened. Yan Zirong's current mood was definitely out of place.

"I had a good conversation with Qiao Zi'an today. It wasn't easy for him to agree to help me, but then I accidentally overturned that bottle of 79-year-old Bordeaux red wine …" Yan Zirong's expression was more of helplessness. She really didn't know whether to laugh or cry about this. She clearly knew that Qiao Zi'an liked red wine, but she still accidentally knocked over an expensive bottle of it in front of him.

"What?" It was obvious that Ning Xia's reaction was much greater than Yan Zirong's. Yan Zirong was greatly shocked by her loud roar. She stared blankly at Ning Xia, unable to react in time.

In a split-second, the piano music in the hall stopped. Everyone who was sitting at the table turned to look at Ning Xia and Yan Zirong with exceptional expressions.

Perhaps because she felt the gazes from the surroundings, Ning Xia hastily lowered her head and stirred her black tea. Yan Zirong then nodded apologetically at the crowd. Seeing that there was nothing to be nervous about, everyone withdrew their gazes and returned to their previous state.

Ning Xia instantly quieted down. Yan Zirong, on the other hand, didn't know what to do. Although Ning Xia had always looked very cold and aloof, ever since the two of them had a coffee shop friendship, she had always been a trash in front of Yan Zirong. It was rare to see such a solemn expression on her face.

After a long while, when Yan Zirong was about to take the lead in adjusting the atmosphere, Ning Xia's slightly deep voice rang out. Didn't I tell you Qiao Zi'an likes red wine? How can you knock over wine in front of him? "Why don't you know to be careful?"

There was a trace of reproach in Ning Xia's voice, but she was even more worried about Yan Zirong.

Yan Zirong had always been used as a tool, so she rarely felt such genuine care. A trace of warmth flowed through her heart.

"There's no other way. Back then, I was really too flustered." Yan Zirong seemed to have let it go, but there was no bitterness she had initially held in her heart.

Ning Xia looked at Yan Zirong, who was completely different from herself, and sighed heavily, "Sigh, two days later, you should go and find Mr. Qiao. He usually does what he's promised, but your situation is a little special."

After saying this, the two of them looked at each other in silence. The atmosphere was a little awkward, but Yan Zirong had a better and better impression of Ning Xia. This girl really considered them as friends, perhaps she really was worth getting to know.