Su Qianci nodded with a polite smile. The middle-aged man nodded at her, quickly looked away, and followed the fat man.
"You know him?" Li Sicheng looked down and asked.
"No, but he looks familiar."
"Right. He's a major general in the Army. His name is Rong Haiyue."
"Oh… I've never heard of him. Li Xiao is the only major general that I know of."
Li Sicheng's look softened. With a poker face, he teased, "That's ill-informed of you."
"It's only normal that I don't know who he is-- I'm not in that circle," shei said matter-of-factly. The two of them had walked out of the restaurant as they spoke. They had no idea that Rong Haiyue, who had brushed past them, was still gazing at Su Qianci's back. When they walked far, he turned back, feeling suffocated. She looked so much like… Her. But she was Song Yifan's daughter…
"Mr. Rong Haiyue, the room is ready. Follow me please."
"Okay."
