Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (20)

"Mm."

Zhang Jingyu had already regained his usual composure and calm. He answered faintly, then looked toward Su Qiao. "You should come too."

Su Qiao hesitated for a moment before giving a slight nod. "All right."

The two entered the dining room one after the other.

Apart from a table full of food that had already been prepared, there were no servants attending them in the room.

Su Qiao casually picked a seat at the long table that was neither too close nor too far from the man. With elegant movements, she picked up her chopsticks.

The food tasted quite good.

It was just a little inconvenient to eat. She still had to pinch the edge of her handkerchief and lift it slightly.

Neither of them said much, while Butler Lu quietly served them rice and soup.

When they had nearly finished eating, Zhang Jingyu picked up his napkin and dabbed the corner of his mouth before gently setting it down. "Do you have enough money?"

Su Qiao put down her chopsticks and paused. "Recently... I wanted to buy some imported paints and brushes, and I also want to buy two dresses."

Her payment was actually about to arrive, and she was not short of money.

But suddenly becoming generous with her spending would not be ideal either.

For now, she did not want to expose certain things.

She lowered her eyes slightly. "Perhaps I dress too plainly and look too vulgar. That must be why Second Young Master is so... displeased with me."

Su Qiao found a perfectly reasonable excuse. Her voice was faint, and there was not the slightest hint of sadness in her expression.

After all, no one knew what sort of person she was—not the Zhang family, not even her younger sister Su Ying or her