Nian Lie stood at the door. His dark eyes swept past the two of them holding hands inside as thousands of waves surged.
"…"
Outside the door, the manager and Lu Zhui were both there. When they saw the scene inside, no one dared to speak.
The scene was stagnant, almost frozen.
"Lu Zhui."
The man was stunned and immediately understood. He shielded the manager from interfering with their conversation.
The door closed.
Nian Lie strode forward with his long legs. His tall figure was especially tall and oppressive in front of the two of them.
Ning Qing's lips trembled. She wanted to say something, but Nian Lie took the initiative.
He glanced at the dishes on the table with a cold expression.
"Young Master Yan, you're really in high spirits."
Yan Sichen naturally let go of Ning Qing. His hand, which was wearing an exquisite watch, leaned against the table and held it weakly.
