Chen Cheng gave a faint smile and steered the topic in another direction, "What about you? What are your expectations for your other half in the future?"
Meng Wanning lowered her head, her gaze falling on the coffee cup, stirring the already cooled coffee.
After a moment of silence, she spoke softly, "I haven't really thought about this question yet."
"Is it that you haven't thought about it, or is it..."
Chen Cheng deliberately drew out his words, his gaze burning into her, "Or have you not met the right person yet?"
Meng Wanning's cheeks turned slightly red, she lifted her head to meet Chen Cheng's gaze, a trace of panic in her eyes, "Mr. Chen, why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Just curious,"
Chen Cheng feigned an easygoing smile, "For a girl as outstanding as you, there must be many suitors, right?"
"No," Meng Wanning shook her head, "I socialize very little, besides the troupe, I don't really interact with other people."
"That really is a pity,"
