Luo Yangyang immediately turned to look outside. There was no one there.
Just as she was about to turn to look at August and say that he was playing with her, she saw a slender figure appear.
".."
The slender figure who walked into the restaurant quickly was none other than Lancelot.
"Yangyang, are you alright?"
Lancelot, who was wearing shiny black leather shoes, ran straight to Luo Yangyang.
He had been knocking on Yangyang's door for so long, but there was no response. He was so anxious that he thought she had gone somewhere early in the morning or something had happened.
"I'm fine."
Luo Yangyang shook her head gently.
"Yangyang, did you see the news?"
Lancelot saw Luo Yangyang's downcast expression and knew what was going on.
"Yes."
Luo Yangyang looked at Lancelot who was approaching her and nodded.
"Yangyang, it's okay. Don't worry."
Lancelot walked to Yangyang, pulled out the chair on her right and sat down.
