The club that li junyu's uncle was meeting at was very high-class. It was only open to specific members. It was deep and quiet, and the whole place exuded an antique elegance.
Li junyu was holding ruan Mengmeng's hand, and they were already at the door of the private room, about to enter.
However, she suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness.
"Wait a moment." Ruan Mengmeng reached out and pulled li junyu back.
The man stopped and looked back. Under the light of the glass lamp, his dark eyes flashed with a cold light.
"I'm a little nervous. Would your uncle, Yueyue, not like me?"
Even if they were just pretending to be a couple, she didn't want his family to despise her.
Even though li junyu did not say it explicitly, ruan Mengmeng could tell that his uncle was someone very important to him.
For some reason, she did not want to be hated by the people he cared about.
