He was a tall and thin guy who wore a golf cap on his head and was standing alone while blocking half of the entrance. He had a beard trimmed neatly on his chin and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses added a touch of elegance to his rugged face. His formal and expensive clothes made him look like someone who had just returned from overseas at one glance.
Fang Yuanyuan clenched her fingers tightly; she was trying hard to contain the trembling feeling that seemed to come from the depths of her soul.
For someone whom she was too familiar with, she might really recognize him even if he turned into a heap of ashes.
She looked at him…
No, she was not looking at him while he entered the restaurant. She directed her gaze at the elegant woman who appeared and was holding his arm.
