Lin Beiyu was not interested in this dinner at all.
He didn't even raise his head, nor did he have any intention of greeting the others. After sitting down, he took out his phone and typed on the screen.
Lin Beiyu's perfunctory feelings were expressed in words.
People with discerning eyes could tell at a glance.
But no one dared to say anything.
The other end of the line began to chat. When everyone was here, the waiter finally began to serve the dishes.
Lin Beiyu looked up, wanting to take a look at the scenery outside the window. When his gaze landed, he happened to see a familiar side profile opposite him. His fingers suddenly stopped.
The girl sat in the corner, leaning against the back of the chair. She was wearing a white sweater and had a ponytail, revealing her palm-sized face. Her facial features were exquisite, and her head was slightly lowered. She was expressionless.
