When the minute hand moved slightly further from twelve, a silhouette pushed open the cafe door and entered.
The man was still as handsome and domineering as before. He was good-looking as well as charismatic. His appearance instantly captured most of the people's attention, and their eyes flew to him. However, Zhao Youlin did not find the man before him pleasing to her eyes. Instead, she thought of him as none other than a beast.
If possible, she would rather not see him anymore in her life.
Mu Tingfeng ignored the crowd's attention. He walked straight to Zhao Youlin's table. He lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry for being late. I've been delayed by some company affairs. I hope you did not wait long for me, right?"
There was not even the slightest bit of apologetic expression from Mu Tingfeng's face even though he was apologizing to her.
Zhao Youlin's anger was at its limit and exploded right after hearing his words.
