Wei Hong, who was following behind Chu Yihan, frowned. He stepped forward and blocked the way. "Hey, what do you mean by that? Our young master came to see you because he thinks highly of you. Don't be so ungrateful and take his kindness for granted."
Sister Jin did not look too pleased, but she still advised him gently, "Young Master Wei, don't get angry. Xiao Qiao rarely meets outsiders because of her eyes, and she never deals with outsiders either. It's only natural that she's a little more blunt."
"Besides, she doesn't know Young Master Chu at all, and she can't see. How could she possibly judge whether he's worthy of her respect?"
"Wei Hong, shut up and step aside."
Chu Yihan had not expected his man to suddenly step forward and act so rudely. Furious, he strode over, grabbed Wei Hong, and threw him aside.
"Miss Su, don't be afraid. He's just impulsive and ill-tempered. Whenever something happens, he likes to make a big fuss."
Su Qiao frowned slightly. She did not bother arguing with his follower, Wei Hong. Her somewhat vacant eyes "stared" at him. "What exactly do you want? If you have something to say, just say it."
When Chu Yihan saw her staring at him like that, he once again had the illusion that she could actually see, and that she was focusing intently on him.
He could not help blushing slightly. His hand, tucked inside his suit pocket, had also grown a little damp.
"It's like this. I could tell that Miss Su writes all her own songs. As it happens, I'm also very interested in that field, so I wanted to invite you to dinner and ask you about songwriting and composition. I'd also like to admire some of your other works."
Su