Lu Mo stretched his neck and looked inside. Sure enough, he only saw Feng Churui and Wu Yuqing. Then, he heaved a sigh of relief. Even she herself did not know what she was nervous about.
Perhaps she was afraid of meeting the Tang dynasty.
Luo Anning walked in with her. Feng Churui’s astonished gaze lingered on Lu Mo’s face for three seconds. Then, he turned his head away and pointed to the seat beside him. He smiled elegantly and handsomely. “Anning, Mo Mo, you’re here. sit.”
The two of them agreed and sat down. Wu Yuqing leaned over and shook the juice in her hand. “Young Madam Rong, Miss Lu, juice or cocktail?”
Lu Momo looked at the colorful cocktail and was a little excited. “Give me a cocktail. Also, just call me momo. Miss Lu sounds weird.”
Wu Yuqing Smiled Gracefully and changed her words. “Momo.”
