Qi Jingmo pulled a Mercedes key from his pocket and casually stuffed it into her hand:
"Also, use this car for now. My friend might not be able to return your car for a while."
"What about you?"
Su Qiao did not put on airs, but remembering that he had previously needed to freeload a ride in her car to school, she could not help asking out of concern.
Qi Jingmo explained, "I still have several cars at home. I'll go back and get one later."
"Oh."
Since he said he had one, Su Qiao did not doubt him. She simply tossed the key into her small crossbody bag.
Qi Jingmo looked around the restaurant, his expression carrying a hint of disdain. "You want to eat steak in a place like this?"
"If you really want to eat it, we can go somewhere else. Let's go to the top floor of the International Trade Building. The steak there is made by a top chef the owner specially invited from Italy. It tastes authentic."
"No need. I still prefer the food you make."
Su Qiao had not intended to eat with the greasy man across from her at all. She only planned to drink some water, stay for ten minutes, and then leave.
Qi Jingmo understood what Su Qiao intended to do. His narrow eyes held a warm smile.
"Then I'll go back and cook for you. Eating too much Western food isn't good for your stomach."
Zhu Jun, who had inexplicably been stabbed again: "..."
Seeing the two of them get up to leave without even saying goodbye to him, as though he did not exist at all, Zhu Jun was so furious that his neck turned red and the veins at his temples bulged.
"Stop!"
"You're just leaving like