"So that's how it is."
Wong Qifu nodded, then suddenly said, "Then give it to me."
Xu Ke was taken aback. "Huh?!"
What does she mean?
But Wong Qifu offered no explanation. She walked straight to Xu Ke's sofa, sat down, and looked at him with a bright smile. "It's a bit small."
Xu Ke felt somewhat embarrassed. "I don't usually sit on this."
The brand of Wong Qifu's dress was not apparent, but Xu Ke could tell from the material that it was expensive. The cheap sofa looked even cheaper by comparison.
"Aren't you going to sit over here?" Wong Qifu glanced at Xu Ke.
There was still half a sofa available, but only because Wong Qifu was slender and tall. If Xu Ke sat down, with his build, the two of them would be pressed tightly against each other.
Xu Ke chuckled dryly and shook his head. "I'll just sit on this." He pointed to a folding stool nearby.
